Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK, um...
Whoa.
...but, um, I don't know,
You heard me when I said that, right?
You know, I wouldn't leave if it wasn't, uh...
Sorry about that.
The pictures on her website are totally inappropriate.
- What? - You can do it. Start the car.
Look. Even if I let you, and I'm not,
How...
Cartoons for children.
All right, 'cause I got some pictures on my phone,
Come on.
Nicole.
- Sucks to be you, bro! - Seriously.
Because I told my dad you're going east.
I think about leaving her...
Hm. Small town.
No, no. You can go wherever you want, see whatever you want to.
"Strangers in Paradise"?
You gotta be kidding me, right? This...
John?
Hey, John, don't be stupid. You keep your head down.
He doesn't have any collar or tags.
He died for you. In fact, you know what?
Ever?
Who are you? Where's Henri?
I'm not leaving.
Um...
Ahh!
Yikes.
- What was that? - They're comin'.
Nine of us children escaped.
...has been an episode of X- Files.
Someone had to look after you.
That's really gross.
Three of us are gone. Dead.
- Hello? - Where are you?
The fact that atom bombs
Jesus, dude. You are soaking wet.
- We still have the picture! - John, you are gonna...
I'll just print up your schedule. Back in a jiffy.
So, uh...
I'm not leaving!
Stay tuned.
Dad!
Everybody off.
Played football.
Why? What's happening?
- John, wait! What are you... No, John! - Don't move!
OK.
- Who the hell are they? - Big-ass linebackers?
And you're going to need all your energy.
Oh, my God.
- Does he belong to you? - Yeah. I gotta go.
- What? - You...
The real one.
Look who it is.
- Lock the door and turn off the lights! - That's Sam's dad?
Uh... I'm sorry.
Flashlight. It was a dumb prank. But that class...
Sarah may act like one of us...
- What's your name? - John Smith.
I'm definitely not the guy you want to hang with.
Hey, John!
Yes! I knew... I knew he wouldn't just leave us!