Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Skins?
Yeah. We'll make, like, real music together, cat.
Isn't it awful what you have to do to stay in the band business today?
- Yeah. - Like, Three ltty-bitties...
Corriendo del ensayo a “marcados para adorar”
- Good meeting tonight, Barney? - Yeah, Fred.
It's you, Barney.
I hardly knew you in that get-up, H.L. You look so weird.
I don't know why I stay friends with that guy.
No musical appreciation at all.
And look on the drums, it's Barney!
And now you don't. Where is it, Wilma?
Not at all, madam. It will only take me a minute to change and I will be right out.
Spread some of that Golden Smog on my ears.
- Gosh, Fred, don't tell me you forgot? - I got it.
This junk, as you call it...
You're sore because I have an idea and you haven't.
Run, Barney, run!
Hiya, Wilma.
Fred, are you listening to me?