Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hello, Michael, uh, it's Dad. I-I guess you know that.
Turn the knob on the top of the radio. The small one.
Choose.
I'll see ya.
Kimberly.
Shit!
That's it.
Michael... I didn't mean for this to happen.
What do you got there?
Michael. Michael, please.
Wait a minute!
My dad didn't wanna let him in the house.
- You're Kyle, right? - Uh-huh.
- Patience, Kyle. - No, man!
Yo, dude! Hellooo?
I really hate these machines.
Come on, Zak.
There's a difference, okay? There's a big difference!
One final detail: You must think like a killer.
- of coming into contact with. - Sure it is. Look, I've played 'em all.
Stacie did it.
Forensics says you're gonna need this.
You don't have to explain anything.
- Just say so, that's all. - Bye, Kyle.
See? I told you, man. I told you it'd blow your mind.
A bargain.
My God. Michael, I'm so scared.
Hello, Michael.
The real question is: Are you a winner or a loser?
Who the hell are you?
Don't look in there.
"State of the art, run amuck."
Good friend of yours?
Hey.
Oh, man! Oh, man!
- Buddies forever? - Buddies forever.
- She'll tell! - She won't tell!
But, man, what happened? What's the plot?
A little creativity.
That outfit's totally bitchin'.
A tarantula!
Don't you have anything good?
Answer me.
I-I mean... I'll think about it.
I'm sick of you doin' 20mph in this town.
- Part Two. - Oh, Lord!
Uh... Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR.
Yeah, he was my best friend.
Careful, man! You're gonna impale yourself on my lucky charms, man.
Let us worry about the details, Michael. It's too late for that. It's been decided
Somebody help us!
Right down there.
You had no motive. It was totally random.
If you're gonna be laid up, how 'bout letting me borrow Brainscan?
Yes, Master.
Hayden, come in for God's sake!
Remember Gore Beast? Trash.
Clear?
Jerks.