Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I told his ass not to go.

Lucky. (smacks lips)

So, as I was saying, uh, Gordy's Home began airing

I'm telling you, man, we don't need a lot.

Ana Gasteyer as Phyllis.

-Shit. -(rumbling)

But, I mean, like, can I get fun OJ out this bitch?

with some clouds sure to come in around 10:00 a.m.

(hoofbeats galloping)

GRIZZ: Oh, all right. You got it.

I'm gonna get you, you motherfucker.

Is that how you want your little sister to feel?

Hasta la vista. Adios.

Bit goes like this.

BUSTER: Get makeup for Ms. Bonnie Clayton, please.

They got a word for that?

Get your ice-cold sarsaparilla.

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How about we send ol' Jean Jacket

(shrieking fades)

RIDER: Oh, God!

Come back again.

OJ: Hey, hey, hey. Don't look him in the eyes, please.

Do you know they don't call 'em UFOs anymore?

-Watch that shit. -EMERALD (in distance): Hey!

-Is he? -FYNN: VFX!

(deep growling)

BUSTER: Fynn, this is OJ, our horse trainer.

It's over. We got it, y'all!

(screaming continues)

(screaming fades)

This is in reference to the Gordy's Home incident.

Now, we land this... (chuckles)

(Jupe takes deep breath)

OTIS SR.: Whoa, now.

(yells, grunts)

(wood crackling)

I set it up so if the power goes down on camera A,

FYNN: Great. And while that's spinning, can we get makeup?

-(clamoring continues) -MAN 3: Hey, you lucky!

So, where am I dropping you?

Either they're intergalactic travelers looking for peace

He is killing on that stage.

(clicks tongue)

-the Oprah shot. -The Oprah shot?

-So, thing about this camera... -Actually, can it swivel up?

Let's go ahead and spin the horse.

-in Kansas anymore, Toto. -(laughter on TV)

Gordy-- Kattan-- goes off.

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

-EMERALD: Go. -(soft popping)

We gonna get you today, motherfucker.

Oh. No apology necessary.

(shudders) Fuck!

But first, my boys are gonna come out

And no one knows what the fuck a UAP is,

What if I told you...

And second of all, if anybody's a liability... (chuckles)

that they're from another planet.

(chittering, thumping)

This is in reference to the biggest, bestest,

What happened? Did you guys get robbed?

You can't do that.

but I thought that she was the one, you know?

in that fucking cloud right there?

-(horse neighing) -(OJ grunts)

I'll get him out.

-AMBER: Hustle. Go, go, go. -(applause) -(boys howling)

EMERALD: Basically, you forgot about it. Over.

Okay, so... so what is that?

-Lucky, go. Go, go, go, go, go! -(Lucky neighing)

at least since I set the cameras up.

It's about the shit dreams is made of, baby.

I can't see it anymore, guys.

Wait, you... you don't know?

Did you get the shot or didn't you? Over.

(Gordy hooting softly)

I'm about to serve to ten of my closest friends, so...

Is this gonna take longer than an hour?

-You ready? -(crowd murmuring)

So you're not completely full of shit.

You mind if I get a picture real quick?

(boys laughing, howling)

Pops never looked up at me.

So, you know...

(camera clicks)

It's been harassing villagers,

I'm gonna get 'em back.

an inexplicable occurrence, uh, just in the distance...

OJ: You know I'm broke, right?

just drifted off into space and exploded.

If they didn't, I don't think any of us

ANTLERS: Made her myself.

I actually wanted to, uh, lay some groundwork,

Sure looks strange to me.

-(screams) Whoa! -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

(takes deep breath)

Can you step away from the back, please?

(laughs) That's, uh,

That little fake horse and flags messed it up good.

...a flying saucer

I'm going dark. Over.

(camera clicks)

We're alive still because we stayed here.

(camera whirring)

We don't deserve the impossible.

OJ: He ain't gonna fuck with you.

but does anybody know the name of the Black jockey

-That's right. Happy trails. -(groaning)