Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It ain't gonna matter.

-Uh, they're early. -(Lucky whinnies softly)

that went by the name of Alistair E. Haywood.

EMERALD: What you mean, you couldn't figure it out?

(engine starts)

What's up, Nessie?

-MAN: Let's go! -MAN 2: Okay, okay, okay. Enough.

And until then...

Yeah, Otis Junior.

going in the opposite direction?

We'd really appreciate that.

-It's not coming again tonight. -I don't care.

-I've got to get out this fucking house! -No.

Everyone's trying to celebrate Gordy's birthday,

-You'll know soon enough. -ANGEL (chuckling): Oh.

Got stuck in its windpipe or something.

You want me to say, "I'm sorry"?

-You sit! Down. -(Gordy screeching)

(gasping breaths)

we like to say, "Since the moment pictures could move,

Slightly flatter in the front,

-(Angel shushing) -(Emerald panting)

JUPE: You know, Gordy, all things considered,

ANTLERS: Guess I'm talking to motion picture royalty, then.

-Well, read it. -You read it, dyslexic ass.

(music continues)

Holy shit. It's real.

It is 7:44 with Bo and Ives.

-EMERALD: We'll use my money. -(laughs)

EMERALD: Yeah, my bad. We good, man.

♪ 'Cause you're too tough" ♪

That's all you had to say, just let me know.

-(horses neighing frantically) -(thumping)

(Lucky nickering)

OPRAH: Well, you know you weren't

well, you know they're gonna bring us back for the sequel.

Yeah, it's not the gig. Not ready yet.

Y'all came up with that?

Nobody fucks with Haywood, bitch!

♪ He was a one-eyed, one-horned ♪

(distant shrieking)

Luan Loud it’s not a gem

It's shitty footage of exact proof

ANTLERS: Ah, shit.

(OJ whistles in distance)

He's just crushing it.

(rhythmic squeaking)

that there's an alien spaceship

(clicks tongue)

Other than that, we have, uh, no reason to suspect foul play.

(pained grunting)

asking how my service was.

Whoa, no, no. Wh-Where you going?

(distorted music continues playing in van)

(hooves clopping)

Yeah, fucking CW.

Run it. Run it one more time, babe.

I ain't never heard a horse make.

(chuckles) I didn't ask.

There are still some fragments, uh, floating in the air

Get your Jupe Jangle.

(phone vibrating)

(horse whinnies)

Hey. I wanted to invite you to our...

I was telling her that, for my ninth birthday,

in the sky is not a new thing.

-So, again, what's it about? -(chuckles)

Nobody want to talk about that.

(electricity buzzing)

-(button clicks) -(machine stops)

-Hey, Gordy. -(Phyllis gasps)

Camera B is down.

Horse girl, this dream you're chasing,

It does look like we were able to squeeze out, uh,

♪ Flyin' purple people eater ♪

(sighs) Come on, come on, come on.

(clicks tongue) Come on!

-(chuckles) -(music continues in distance)

Whatever happened to that Black boy? He was good.

and there is literally no record of him.

Yo. It's, uh... Storm's coming.

So, uh... who'd you bring me?

-Hello? -EMERALD: Uh, hi.

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

(machine whirring)

For the love of fuck, talk to me, please!

-Surprise! -PHYLLIS: Wow.

JUPE (recorded, powering up): Cowboys and cowgirls,

(wind whistling softly)

(clicks tongue)

(distant howling continues)

What's this about? You want me to...

(Amber chuckles)

a love of the aurora borealis, Gordy.

Are you serious?

(soft rustling)

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

(device buzzing quietly)

-and on the Pacific Crest Trail -(horses neighing)

(distorted): ♪ It cuts my security ♪

-(people screaming in distance) -(Emerald shuddering)

Like Oprah, for example. After that, everybody want in.

so now I'm-a need you to clear the road.

♪ Nine months in my mama's belly ♪

I direct, write, produce, act.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

(door opens, closes)

(chatter and sirens continue)

(screaming continues)

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Look down.

This? Oh, shit, yeah.

(screaming continues)

(wind whistling softly)

♪ The teeth of a frog and the tail of a goat ♪

Way to think things through.

We set it up, release it the right way,

♪ Na-na, na-na-na ♪