Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A single Roman lacks courage enough to face me!

It's all me, baby!

Yeah, I don't want to sit.

Trust and believe I'll carve her up

30 years, that's right.

Lillian Pendergrass was a smoking hot

Son of a bitch.

You... you tried to kill me.

Sorry, lady. You're riding the pine today.

Unless you have a better plan?

She wore these tiny, little polyester shorts.

We'll be back in the sunshine state

You need to watch where you're going!

Precognition, Pablo.

Leave her here with me while you guys go get the book.

But I really don't know the meaning of fail.

I left behind everyone, and everything I ever knew.

Why the interest, anyway?

All right, smart-ass.

You really don't know what's going on, do you?

Oh, uh, who cares?

Could be 10 minutes, could be 30 years.

Where is the Necronomicon?

So, you're going to have to be much more specific.