Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Flatline.
Let's not dredge up all that stuff. Sherry, go in the house.
It's a personal interest.
3-1,000. 4-1,000.
I drove from the city. That's my truck.
- This is not working. Joe, take over. - I got her.
the whole world will worship her.
I'm gonna catch you!
- He's been dead 10 minutes. - Bretylium!
It's getting louder.
Sure.
Would you like to? We don't have to do anything.
Start filming.
was there anything negative about your experience?
Sweetheart.
- You really gonna do this? - Just humor the man.
You all right?
- Maybe we deserve this. - No. It's not fair and it's not right.
- What did you say there? - Hoka hey.
Just watch the door.
Honey, you're the best.
Nelson, about tonight.
Drag everybody? Come on!
I've been meaning to ask, are you dating anyone?
- At 2:45, atropine. - Not yet. Clear.
Wasn't very good at it.
Forceps!
Can you trust me?
Promise me you'll go through with this.
I do.
Maybe you fell asleep, thoughts triggered by submerged guilt.
- Where the fuck are you, Nelson? - This isn't funny anymore.
One kiss good-bye?
Mr.Leary, drugs, the inner journey.
Since when did truth and knowledge become a horror?
Yeah, right.
Don't think I couldn't have.
- Where have you been? - I don't feel well.
It's been 12 minutes. He is dead!
I probably wouldn't buy it either unless I'd been there.
- This must be it. - Looks like Winnie did well for herself.
We can stop whenever you want.
What happened to you? You got caught with your videotapes down?
I think mankind deserves to know.
I saw myself...
Shit face! Rat turd! Ass lickin sonofabitch!
And I heard this voice.
We can't turn back now. I'm going further. 1:50.
ASS-LICKING SON OF A BITCH
Please stop.
- Give it up. It's getting too dangerous. - Who the hell are you--
Because in the end, we all know what we've done.
It's a four-month suspension. It won't even affect your scholarship.
Remove the appendix, taking note of the blood supply.
- Where are you going? - Bensenville.
- That's all? - Don't start now! Think about Rachel.
I'll call the police.
Ah, there.
All right, I got her!
Oh, my God.
- How is she doing? - I think she's hiding something.
- We don't need Dave. - Can you do this?
Not with a body temperature of 86 degrees.
Watch your mouths.
Wait a minute. Quite simply, why are you doing this?
Hello. I'm nice.
Death is beautiful?
ASS-LICKING SON OF A BITCH
Anything under four minutes. would be redundant.
He wants you to let him go.
- I really am sorry. - Please wait.
What are my chances of making it back without you?
I'm trying to tell you...
Listen, I didn't mean to come here--
- Breathe! - Damn! The trachea's too tight.
Good thing I didn't flatline.
This letter absolves you of any responsibility just in case.
It never was.
How'd it happen?