Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got a pyro license, Just, uh, bore a hole in the rock

that we simply return the money, Some were more receptive,

on this lovely, lovely camellia-scented morn?

shall be directin' our little old tunnelin' operation,

so they have various promotions, mixers, so on,

Well, it's the human condition,

- You know the Funthes boy? - Um,

And engage in divine worship?!

Y'all have a good evenin' now!

Ooh, y'all sound good!

We shall need a Hefty bag,

Bye-bye, ladies, It was, it was my pleasure,

Pickles! Oh, Lord, Pickles!

It has an insurance company,

to a charitable institution,

as long, that is, as the secret stays with us,

Look you, there is no call for,

Oh, come on in!

To his own native shore,

Now is the moment of praxis, Now, Lump, you must act,

and I now return to you to render our collective verdict,

You know, they calls it hippity-hop music,

My dear lady, I do so hope this is not an inopportune time for our first practice,

They calls it 'fidgety-plop' music but it don't make me wanna go fidgety plop!

and two, you're all going to be, in consequence,

by makin' him librarian of the state nervous hospital in Meridian,

- Oh, my, He is neat! - Yes, ma'am, he very neat,

Me and this gentleman here have to get square,

I mean, the light's as ugly as all hell, but, shit, ain't as many Tucks,

Well, now that that matter is settled,

Lord, I'm troubled Oh, Lord, by my soul

Elron over there'll shoot yo' ass, Goddamn!

this is not what you just called some other line of work,

The casino's offices, locker rooms,

Madam, we must have waffles, We must all have waffles forthwith,

There we go, Mountain, have electric run me a stinger,

It doesn't inhibit his movement in any way, and,

During the casino's hours of operation,

That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,

Othar never blowed no chauffeur!

Oh, no, no, We play music that has been composed to the greater glory of God,

The Israelites called it a khalil,

Easiest thing in the world, I-I just thought,

- What the fuck is this? - Oh, this is Mountain Girl,

Is that where we at?

is gaining increasing currency through its use, yes,

You gotta peel this shit out, man, Sometimes it stick to the bottom,

One, single, solitary cent to the satisfaction of this claim,

- To God - Go back to God

- Punitive damages, - I see why you firin' me, Mr, Gudge,

Mountain, put Otto into the apparatus,

and I thought you and a friend from church perhaps would?

who, durin' the disturbance, pinched his finger in the valve of his sackbut,

Fuck you, I ain't your motherfuckin' house nigger, I'm the inside man,

Like those Nicean barks of yore,

Man, I ain't peelin' no funky shit with my human hands,

OK, look, At the end of every shift,

a big ol' thumpety stereo so he can listen to that trash!

I want you to get your fannies up here with all y'all's period instruments,

- Motherfuck! - Yes,

Practical ones: Quiet neighborhood, sleepy town,

Mountain water... MOUNTAIN GIRL

Gentlemen, I'm sure you're all aware

I should get a little extra compensation for the accident,

- You got what at home? - The money! $1,6 million dollars,

And so you should, madam, So you should,

- a golden calf, - Yes!

No, no, no, No, I'm not bereaved,

- Let it shine - Shine on

Is there not a middle way?

Extend that helpin' hand, Show an interest,

- Shine - Shine on

A financial behemoth that will cheerfully replenish its depleted vaults,

Well, with wit and grit and no small amount of courage,

- The goddamn thing's canteen fell off, - OK, We're prepared for that,

Sore bone, Well, that fits,

Ah, Psyche, from the regions which

I don't have my Leatherman, Mountain, give me your Leatherman, Chop, chop!

What do you think, General? Present any problems?

- Wander path, yeah - Let's go back to God