Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, nah, nah, nah.

You stupid-ass motherfucker, you better answer me.

contact me, OJ or your second in chain of command.

-I ain't mad at it. -I'm watching.

(clears throat) Th-The concept of extraterrestrial animals

It's territorial, and it thinks

or they're fucking world killers.

So, yeah, fucking over. Sorry.

Okay, your reflexes are still quick. Like, whoa.

Ladies and gentlemen, I kid you not.

Uh, we met a couple days ago at the commercial.

MARY JO: Here you go, Gordy.

-Uh, yeah. -(whirring)

I need to take my ass to bed.

(dramatic Western music plays)

-Who this? -Yo, it's Angel from Fry's.

or futuristic humans coming back in time

(breath trembling): A'ight, man.

-Please, no. No. -We're gonna get you out. Shut your eye.

Or you guys can do it yourselves.

Yeah, she... she gonna make it.

-(laughter) -(audience applauding)

I saw that-- that Navy clip.

-Don't mess with Jupiter's Claim! -Come on.

-I told him not to go. -(smacking lips)

"I got the hobby weed." You know I'm ready.

JUPE (recorded): Well, cowboys and cowgirls,

Uh, camera reloads.

I'm sorry, y'all. I'm sorry.

I don't like him.

(gasping breaths)

-(audience laughing) -JUPE: Great gift, Dad.

-You know, it's an ancient... -How do we see it?

How exquisitely stupid is that?

-OJ: Hey! Hey! -I need my camera.

♪ At night ♪

We don't just go for the quick cash-in, okay?

One of the chimps that plays Gordy just...

Um, asking as someone who was in the house

(Tom whimpering)

(shuddering breaths)

(thunder crashing)

EMERALD: You see it? The power?

you can... you can step off.

so everyone lost interest.

Hey, man, who you with?

(music playing quietly)

RIDER: You don't look like a nobody to me.

Your name is OJ?

This Dutch couple paid me 50K

-in the fall of '96... -(OJ sighs loudly)

He changed the industry.

-(gruff grunting) -(Lucky neighs)

to get pictures of these things since, like, the '50s.

ANGEL: Pop quiz, guys.

pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.

ANGEL: Uh, hey, OJ, what's...

All right, all right, all right, all right, all right.

The sheriff's office has had its hands full

to an absolute spectacle.

spy on us like that.

ANTLERS: Yeah, hopefully not my lifetime.

They said it was a prop plane or something that killed Pops.

And, uh... did you know the very first, uh, assem...

What we gonna get?

Fellas, here it comes. Over.

(vehicle doors closing)

known as Alistair E. Haywood,

I'm not trained. I do whatever the fuck I want."

(dragon roars over speakers)

EMERALD: What? Really?

(scoffs quietly)

-(shuddering breaths) -(Mary Jo wheezing)

Who the hell is that?

It's in the cloud. It's in the cloud.

-(growling) -(panting)

Oh, really? (chuckles)

for the fog, but I swear

Yeah. Thank you.

(over radio): Over.

-Oh, my God! Fuck! -(OJ clicks tongue)

(song continues in distance)

OJ: And we ain't got a lot of time.

So, we have a project, and, uh,

-Here she is, everybody. -(applause)

No, st-st-stop. Can't we just wait, right?

-(applause) -I'll tell you, that woman is

♪ I had fire and brimstone coming out of my mouth... ♪

Yes. I fuck one on occasion sometimes.

But anything with a spirit can get broke.

(quietly): Shit.

-(sighs) -(soft whooshing in distance)

(Lucky nickers)

(clicking, whooshing)

You sold ten of Pops' horses?

What's the horse's name?

-(machinery powers down) -(sprinklers stop)

-(insects trilling) -(faint, distant howling)

(keys jingling)

(audience cheering)

-I got a, uh... -(machine whirring)

I got that hobby weed, too, actually.