Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Luan Loud is gre
-(Emerald panting) -Come on.
(distorted music continues loudly)
Sorry, I got the horse guy talking to me, too.
You know?
ANTLERS: So, how about this?
-(machinery whirring) -(sprinklers spraying)
♪ ♪
(groans)
All right, uh, no help with the install.
about two school bus lengths wide.
-(loud roaring) -(people screaming loudly)
(machines power down)
it's time to ride off into the sunset.
(hoots quietly)
(machinery whirring)
Where your sister?
EMERALD: Let's go.
But the outages affect the power in the battery shit, too,
It's fucking UAPs now.
How many?
(smacking lips rapidly)
Thank you.
We-we go to the most credible platform to do the story.
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
Fuck!
-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -Medic.
Too quiet to be a plane.
and he's got a lot of spirit.
Then tonight, I heard Ghost make a sound
That's enough. (chuckles)
(Ghost sputters softly)
(chittering)
(Angel clears throat)
(water running)
It's closing time.
All right. See you tomorrow.
(panting)
try and take it all for themselves.
brand-new live show we have coming up here at the park,
that there's an alien civilization
-(yells) -Whoa, whoa, whoa,
What happened?
I remember you and your brother.
-I'm-a go up with you. -(sighs)
-(sharp thud) -(screaming stops)
OJ: We're not the reason it settled down here.
He is a force of nature.
(panting)
(quiet, trembling breaths)
And... action.
I'm developing a business relationship,
Sorry if I was, like, a little shut down this morning.
It-it's 'cause they want to keep us in the dark.
Ooh, yes.
Oh, God!
that in about an hour...
-Yeah? Rehearsal? -BUSTER: Rehearsing, we should.
EMERALD: Are you okay?!
All right? We know what it wants,
It's not a ship.
I saw one the other day. That wasn't on Oprah.
watching y'all train my horse.
Can I help you?
(RECORD PLAYER SLOWING DOWN) (MUSIC SLOWS AND DISTORTS)
♪ ♪
(horse shrieking wildly in distance)
Oh, fuck. There's no way that that guy's alive.
was a two-second clip of a Black man on a horse?
-You good. You good. -(groaning)
(indistinct sitcom chatter over TV)
No, no, no.
You know, I usually charge a fee for this.
Take it away.
(OJ sniffs)
GRIZZ: Look, maybe it's just too soon, huh?
…it's like he was going home. (snaps fingers)
(rushing water fades)
(neighing continues)
(wind whistling softly)
OJ: Gold Rush went bankrupt.
-D-D-Down! Down! Down! -(Gordy hooting frantically)
Here we go.
Okay. Well, I assume y'all are crashing at mine.
I'm going. Fuck this shit.
Oh, this?
every day for the last six months.
Friday afternoon ... Ride off into the sunset
There it is. Five to a hundred K.
(panicked screaming, frantic chatter)
He lost focus.
Right here in this exact spot,
It's done.
What's up?
It ate them all.
(urgent chatter)
Didn't I tell you this motherfucker was gonna
The fuck?
I need to get some shit.
(grunting)
you got to admit, man, Pops...
is really making me feel like I'm not loved.
-(indistinct chatter) -(orchestral music playing)
(deep groaning)
Me.
♪ Scared of the very steps in which... ♪
EMERALD: Okay. No, OJ, no. No!
Luan Loud this is not a bar
See, every Friday for the last six months...
Classic Otis Senior.
He's big, he's bad,
OJ: Pops.
Trained animals can be unpredictable.
you know, not like you're used to-- but, uh...
-Em, Em, Em, Em... -MAN: No, it's okay.
Go! Go!
(laughing)
-FYNN: Uh, OJ, let's step off. -You calling me?
OPRAH (on TV): I'm talking today to women who say
-No, no! Down! Down! Gordy! -TRAINER: Down!
Luan Loud that’s not a gun
That's impossible.
(sighs) Yeah.
Where your shit? Let's go.
The shot. The money shot.
-(cell phone beeps) -(footsteps approaching)
Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
(music resumes clearly)
Drink.