Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(panicked screaming)

(scoffs quietly)

ANGEL (singsongy): It's here.

let's do a quick safety meeting.

the grandfather of motion pictures

(deep squelching)

What did you see? Hmm?

(Emerald sighs)

(people screaming)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'll get the shot.

-I got it from the call sheet. -Ah.

Got to keep our heads up out the clouds on this one.

(panting): Come on. Come on!

(Lucky neighing)

(horse huffs, neighs in distance)

(Gordy panting)

Welcome to Jupiter's Claim.

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

ANTLERS: Listen, horse girl.

You know, Gordy, all things considered,

Cheri Oteri as Mary Jo Elliot.

(objects creaking, clattering)

Look, I-I make a mean grilled cheese

(Emerald sighs)

Hey, it's gone.

♪ Exuma was a planet that once lit Mars ♪

The tour group went out two days ago

(continues chuckling)

ruining crops and eating their livestock.

like cell phones.

…it's like he's going home. (snaps fingers)

EMERALD: Man, I'm trying to tell you.

Yeah, he didn't like that, did he?

EMERALD: What happened to Gold Rush?

seamstress, motorcycles.

-(yells) -(camera clicks)

-(continues chuckling) -(cell phone vibrating)

I mean, maybe your Wi-Fi drops out

(whispers): Stop.

You remember these guys from Flash Point.

BUSTER: Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Bonnie Clayton on set.

ANGEL (chuckling): Right?

(gasping, murmuring)

you know, what if I told you it was the offer of a lifetime?

OJ: Every animal got rules.

(metal creaking)

I believe they trust me.

-(line ringing) -Pick up, pick up, pick up,

But first, how about another round of applause

-(loud rumbling) -(Lucky shrieking wildly)

How many you sold?

(pained grunting)

Fuck. (exhales)

-Thank you for shopping at Fry's. -(scanner beeping)

I mean, you're really not gonna tell me

(birds chirping)

♪ Flyin' purple people eater ♪

VFX, can we get the ball in here while we have a sec?

That's why back at the Haywood Ranch,

-and see what happens? -ANGEL: Mm-mm.

EMERALD: What happened?

(Fynn laughing)

How'd you get the number?

Cell phones, they don't just drop in power. Right?

-Come on, come on. Pop. -Firefly.

You should go, then.

(rider panting)

Here you go, Gordy. Happy birthday.

Just tarping up, just to be safe.

Two, if you see anything that looks or feels unsafe,

And to the knuckleheads up there.

Call him Jean Jacket.

Oh, fuck. (panting)

-(indistinct radio chatter) -(gunshot)

-(machinery powers up) -(sprinklers spraying)

-I don't know. -Hold on.

Low quality. Ain't nobody gonna get what we gonna get.

I starred in in '96 after Kid Sheriff blew up.

Well, we sure as hell ain't got to sell no more horses.

Hey, hey. We're in trouble.

-What'd it look like? -I don't know.

(Lucky shrieking in distance)

A bunch of random shit fell out of a plane.

Five stars, Angel. Five stars.

MAN: Seven just on scene-- Oh, my God.

(slowing, distorting): that this is its home.

Emerald, can you please get the bug off the thing?

-Take a look at all of that. -(Bonnie whoops)

MAN (in audience): What is that?

So, uh... I mean, I did, too, but I can't fire myself.

Jean Jacket wasn't mine no more.

EMERALD: What you mean, OJ?

ANGEL: OJ, you're a motherfucking genius.

(stammers) I got me a little situation in Atwater

Luan Loud isn't a fruit

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

ANGEL (sighs): Here we go.

You're kidding me.

I'm so sorry about that. Let me do that.

Way to think things through.

-(claps) -The hobby weed.

(metallic pinging)

Legit me and my mom daily! No lie

No electricity.

as the only Black-owned horse trainers in Hollywood,

ANGEL: Okay. Are you guys telling me

♪ Keep on rowing your boat ♪

-EMERALD: Damn. -WOMAN: Howdy, folks.

Uh, I want to thank you guys for coming out here.

So, what happened really, man?

Just really took off.

(panting): We got it. We got it.

You love Oprah.

And it's...it's Kattan

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Easy, easy, easy. -(neighs)

(screams) T-Take a picture first!

to come in here and spend the night.

Now, come on, help me out.

(chuckles) No one believes in that.

(hooting quietly)