Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

we're gonna be stuck with them all fucking night.

Smoking hot. Phew.

don't, don't, don't,

you're goin' on the list

He was real lucky.

Self restraints to room 310.

Soft flesh for hard cash.

All right, boys. Come on..

Finally, the truth about Hitler's diabolical plans

OK, here's the thing.

You ask anybody.

- I'll take a margarita. - Here you go.

- Say ahh. - Aah.

- Octopi. - Come on! Let's go.

- Never mind, here they come. - You cook that meat at 250 degrees?

- we worked our way to lying down. - The plot thickens. Who was on top?

Did any of them survive?

"Warren!! Six Shots Of Wild Turkey!"

Christian Simonson, the filmmaker, is in town.

Wray, you stay put.

Arlene, you've forgotten what hanging out with Jungle Julia is like.

What happened to her?

Anyway, I subscribed to the local paper a month ago.

- What do you think of the leg? - Oh, that's funny.

- OK, give Marcy your drink. - Thank you.

Yeah, but Pop, he got pretty banged up himself.

I see. She used to beat you up and take your chocolate milk?

...of checking out...

and you pull the little trigger here, and a little bullet comes outta here.

- Where's the top? - Baby's chopped permanently.

But until that day, it's wild west, motherfucker.

What does that mean?

I never forgot it.

God. Did you know Kim carried a gun?

Carlos, go get him.

- Yeah. - Oh, that is so romantic.

Take that as no.

Lanna Frank, where are you?

Miles to go before you sleep.

- Yep! - She sure is a striking-looking woman.

Don't run. Don't run, motherfucker! Don't run!

Man, they're not gonna drink Jäger shots.

or Marcy over here, who is an incredible actress

Kim, I may be stupid but I'm not bloody stupid.

- No, don't touch him! - Why not?

Hey, you want some barbeque?

I was Robert Urich's driving double.

they look you dead in the eye and repeat this poem:

Not just that, it has to be a 1970 Dodge Challenger with a 440 engine.

You won't have to find her. She'll find you.

And you don't even want to know what she did for that billboard.

- If you're gonna take the piss out... - I'm just saying.

You got a billboard by Big Kahuna Burger don't you?

Jesus Christ, Shanna, it is not my fucking job to supply y'all

Just remember, it's Shanna Banana, not Shauna Banauna.

Oh, I'm sorry. You were telling a story. What about her?

it would have been a while before you started gettin' scared.

- Look, I know what I said. - What did you say?

Don't point the gun at yourself.

This must be the real Bone Shack.

Uh, I don't remember.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Zoë!

That's it. I figured it out.

- What's a roscoe?? - Roscoe is a pistol.

- I'm very pliable. - A girlfriend of mine had a theory.

eli roth's thanksgiving. coming soon from spyglass media group

You got some voucher here. I asked him what movies you worked on,

That's bullshit. I ain't giving them nothing.

ANGRY, ANGRY, ANGRY, ANGRY,

What do you say El Wray?

Go work your magic.

Anyhoo, I'm sorry. You forgive me?

OK, get your ass in the back, let's go.

And now I've met you and you're going in the book.

My friend Jungle Julia over here says the jukebox inside is pretty impressive.

I remember taking a step and looking down.

Oh, yeah, you sure do.

- Cheers to that.. - Word.

I should be in my hotel room asleep. Not fucking around here on tobacco road,

Some of the best jokes are about cripples. Let's go.

He totally had a girlfriend.

- Uh-uh, I am not gonna fuck him. - I can hear you.

Now, get him! Get him!

whenever the fuck I want to do my laundry.

- That's my jacket. - Yes, I know.

- Ah, that's too bad. - Why?

and Zoë starts fuckin' around.

You can't get around the fact that people who carry guns tend to get shot

Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mitch and Tich.

I don't go by that name anymore.

- Give me your belt. - No.

When did you say you got this bite?

But since you're going the other way...

- Show it to me!

You can call me whatever the fuck you want. I don't give a shit.

But maybe, a little later in the evening, you've had a few drinks,

I don't really see it's any of your business.

with Tom Joad while the cool kids get to go out and play?

- with weed when we go out. - Whoa, whoa, little lady...

Goddamn it, I told you I didn't want to see you again.

but aside from that, I'll be sweet.

Must be passing through. Seems only strangers eat here.

Bitch, you two are still into each other and you know it.

- Wait... - Where the fuck you going?

Come on, Judy, how about it?

- If they call you Butterfly,

Yeah, you know what happens to motherfuckers who carry knives?

there ain't no way in hell anybody's walking away from.

I mean, I like Nate and all. He's cute. He's a pretty good kisser.

Sweet as. Well, if you'll excuse me for a moment,

if you blink or brake or swerve, shit, you'll just kill yourself.

They all react differently.

- Oh, nigga, please! - Really.

Dude, check it out. I wonder if BJ brought the bear with him.

- What do you think? - Self-preservation comes to mind.

he says it's him.

- Bye. - Bye-bye.

No, fuck the gas! Fuck it! I'm just gonna have to make this quick!

- Skip, grab the twins! Come on with me! - You take the chopper.

I'll give you a ride.

That will be all?

Sorry, I'm built like a girl, not a black man,

That is, unless you want your ass kicked.