Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(rider screaming)
(music returns to normal)
So, that's technology.
(snaps fingers)
with Dad liquor cabinet, then, huh?!
No.
(chuckles): Yeah.
Man, I don't know.
(chatter continues indistinctly)
And three, let's have a great shoot!
OJ: Mm-hmm.
My name is Emerald, that's OJ,
-Come on. All right. -(rider screaming)
-(Lucky neighs) -(roaring)
-The descendants of the jockey. -Yeah.
that at 6:13 p.m.,
They're giving us a real show today.
♪ Fisherman, row ♪
I'm-a take you to Oprah. I'm-a take you to Oprah.
Oh, shit.
(chittering)
for a Verizon commercial,
(chuckles softly)
What the fuck?
Oh, God!
(distorted music continues)
-(scattered cheers) -Yeah.
Stop! Ah!
(chuckling): Okay. All right.
to manage a halfway decent birthday present.
...using your cell phones or any flash photography...
(medieval flute music playing)
I bet it ain't gonna fuck with flags like that in a minute.
(rumbling, squishing)
(frantic chatter and screaming in distance)
That's all you had to say, then.
No. No.
♪ When I was born, the midwife screamed and shout ♪
Luan Loud is a coconut
(line beeping)
There's lots of theories.
(fabric rustling softly in wind)
-(clears throat) -(Buster clears throat)
-Stop, stop this shit. -It was good. It was good.
Good night, Mr. Storeman.
sudden movements, and keep your cell phones off.
Are you getting this?
(grunts)
RIDER: You can use my camera.
-JUPE: Let me... Let... -Yo, wait a minute.
sure to be a windy one.
-Got to feed 'em. -(van door closes)
So, what, they vanished?
You hear that?
Yeah. I tend to do one for them so I can do one for me,
Sorry, brother.
Free of charge.
(sighs)
Legendary shit.
just outside of Jupiter's Claim,
FYNN: Okay, that was great.
Why they got to change the name?
People are just obsessed. (chuckles)
There's a growing Gordy's Home fan base out there now.
(Angel shushes)
(shuddering breaths)
Turn it down!
So we ain't gonna chill tonight, nothing?
legendary cinematographer Antlers Holst over here...
(clicking)
Tell the horse we're ready to do one.
(panting)
(audience laughing)
(grunting, panting)
(motors powering up)
See, every Friday for the last six months,
you'll leave here different?
(child's shuddering breaths continue)
You're dead! Dead!
Your loss, nobody.
Uh...
Where's Ghost?
Oh, God.
Holy shit!
(flesh squishing)
TOM: Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
(chatter continues indistinctly)
of rain come through here,
Luan Loud Watch Out
It's quite a doozy today.
We got to reload.
-No, no, no! -(objects crashing)
Cool.
You don't live here.
Took his camera. He's heading up the mountain.
Uh, motorcycles, baby.
(screams)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
descend through the mist.
What's good?
♪ One-eyed, one-horned ♪
RIDER: You see that cloud?
(whispers): It's gonna fuck you up.
(chittering and squeaking continues)
(women groaning, retching)
it's like he's going home (snaps fingers)
Ow.
(door closes)
(quiet, indistinct chatter)
(motors powering down)
So you break it.
MAN: Look at this. I've never seen anything like it.
While you're here... While you're here...
Goddamn it.
(panting)
That's real.
♪ ♪
(wild shrieking in distance)
'Cause... I'm trying to see how big of a dumbass you are.
whatever might have taken it out.
Hi.
OJ: What if it's not a ship?
(music slows and distorts)
(shuddering breaths)
(sniffs)
-(screaming stops) -(squishing)
EMERALD: We're setting up a decoy!
(motors powering up)
Luan Loud did a fart
(gruff panting)
...it's the dream you never wake up from.
Let's go to Oprah.
And even though the high gust warning will, um, expire
That's the one I wanted anyway.
(woman whimpering, crying)
An-Anyway, Ancient Aliens, History Channel.
(shuddering breaths continue)