Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Brayker, I'm so sorry. - Don't be.

Come on. Wake up.

You wanna know what's going on? Shall I tell ya?

- I know I could. - Here you go, Uncle Willy.

Look what he's done. He's put somethin' awful inside.

- Roach, be smart for once. - Cordelia!

Hello! I'm your waiter, Skip.

Well, well, well. Isn't this sweet?

You sure this is the way out, old man?

I'm gonna find that north spur and get us the hell out of here.

Is that so? What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna check in my room. - I'll look in my room.

It's like tumblers in a lock. Everything has to line up.

Why don't you shut up? You eat it.

I got an idea that's gonna save us that walk.

It's time to play! Hello?

and hold on to your vomit bags. We're going to the movies.

- and I'm lookin' to cut a deal. - Well, let's talk about it.

Hell, I'd rather it wasn't.

You fuckin', hodunk Podunk, well, then, motherfuckers!

- That way! - Let's do it.

She's traveling the world and having a fabulous time.

- We just have to make it through the night. - And that stuff's gonna keep them out?

- What kind of business? - Well...

- That's all I can tell you. - That's bullshit.

The eyes! Get the eyes!

- You're a bastard. - I ain't the one who tried to kill you.

- Hi, Uncle Willy. - Poor Uncle Willy!

- Yeah? - Search his room.

Will you put them on my bed for me?

You wouldn't happen to know of a place where I could bed down, would you?

They decommissioned it in the 50s, due to lack of interest.

Go out the back door. Come on.

- Oh, God... - What's in there?

No, not for a second or a minute.

It's number five.

You better be afraid of me.

I'd like you to put it inside.

No one's going anywhere till Mr. Brayker says so.

To be perfectly honest, I wasn't watching the speedometer.

Ah, I love "scarnations."

You wash and you wash behind the ear.

I want you all up in the steeple now!

Go ahead and do it.

then the other one is north.