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Me and Frank....
-We do that, the disease should clear up. -You thinking Frank's wife?
Dean. Hey.
I knew Frank since high school.
[HEART BEATING LOUDLY]
...was physical trauma. Now, what does that mean?
Am I haunted?
[SIGHS]
[IN VOICEOVER] They know what you did.
(Creature barking)
You're kidding me.
[MOUTHS] What?
Frank was in Maumee over the weekend. Softball tournament.
[PANTING]
-Then you're a dick too. -Apparently, I'm not.
Sam, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal.
[ENGINE STARTS]
She died, about 20 years ago.
[COUGHS]
-We're hunting a ghost. -A Ghost, exactly. Who does that?
Hey. Quit picking at that.
[MOUTHS] On three.
.
-Al Britton. Good to meet you. -You too.
There's no way we're gonna find all the remains.
-Let me see some ID. SAM: Certainly.
SAM [IN VOICEOVER]: You're going back.
Like he's scared.
All right, so what can do that?
Nothing I couldn't handle.
-Tell us what, wood chips? -Heh.
[MACHINES THUDDING]
You don't say.
[LIP-SYNCHING]
Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one.
-Yeah, a few hours ago. -How are we doing on time?
[COUGHING
Yeah. Big heart.
[SIGHS]
The plot thickens.
GIRL: Hi, Dean.
-Howdy, Sam. -Hey, Bobby.