Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

* But where would you advise? *

AMBER: Oh, thank you so much. (laughs)

- I'm tired of these white ladies. - All right, calm down.

Just release them in the wild like Cornpop?

- (rhythmic whispering) - (vocalizing continues)

- See, y'all got me fucked up. - Oh, ma'am, I just need a few

Sorry. Uh, I'm the guidance counselor, Mrs. Grier.

("When It's Time to Go" by Buddy Fo and His Group playing)

because you've separated yourself from him.

Don't you move my son.

* I'm so lonely *

You want to know something?

(Gayle clears throat)

- "We're cursed, too." - (music fades)

MRS. CONNOR: I don't want to keep reminding you about this.

but from now, I'll lay your clothes out.

I know being here isn't easy for you...

- Oh, will you get me that chicken over there? - Mm. Mm.

Who wants to know?

(Fatima coughing)

Loquareeous, sit down right now, young man!

But you don't know...

(whispers): It's 'cause it's haunted.

Shake your booty. Come on.

* Though at times a frozen thing *

Welcome home, son. Okay.

* Like a fool once more *

- Before I kill him... - Mom.

I ain't giving you all these clothes that I bought.

If you don't start using your common sense and acting right,

I didn't say that shit!

that Marcos can give us on credit.

AMBER: Okay. Let's go, guys.

MOM: You better not be watching that TV.

* That you loved me... *