Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like a trip through the past

- A love that will survive - A love that will survive

I'm walking here! Whoo!

Guys! Guys! We're opening up for Arsenal.

It's better this way. Less chance to screw up, right?

- Well, hello, Paul. - Well, hello, Dennis. Lonny.

...and I knew there was only one man on the ticket...

Senior year, you had the third lead in your high school musical.

Love is like a bomb

When you keep it all to yourself"

Of breaking little hearts Like the one in me

You're a candle in the window

Hit me with your best shot

- Dead or alive - Dead or alive

Ooh In the name of love

I have an adequately sized, uncircumcised penis.

- Oh, no, I don't mix my drinks. - No, no, no.

Please welcome to the stage the very poorly titled...

Any way you want it That's the way you need it

...that you had no other option but to go solo?

You got the peaches I got the cream

If I could just draw your attention to the inside sleeve.

Sepitembala 10, 1987

Any way you want it

Crap. We got a problem.

Though I tried not to hurt you

If we cut off the head, the Strip will die.

Yeah, whatever that means. Okay, bye.

Just like every night has its dawn

Nothing. You're over-thinking it.

Oh, the movie never ends

Sweet to taste Saccharine

Your rock brother, Stacee."

It's so beautiful. I can't believe you wrote that.

Where is Stacee?

Sepitembala 8, 1989

I like to dance.

Hey, Los Angeles!

...hack journalist took some potshots at you?

Was a one-way ticket

- Wait, you think he and I--? - I don't think.

Actually, I told him the gig was last night, so technically he's a day late. Don't tell him.

Pour some sugar on me

- Right? - Yeah, we did!

What do you mean?

...for the band I’m in.

- I want to rock - Rock

I like to dance. NNY

Sepitembala 18, 1987

...and Stacee Jaxx all have in common?

Underneath the bar?

Where the faces are so cold

Won't you tell me If I’m coming on too strong?

I'm always workin' Slavin' every day

Didn't know how to play it

But always disappears

And other people's projections of what they want me to be.

To change this lonely life

Well, thank you.

- That game's too bloody surreal anyway. - Ugh!

C'mon, fire me up

Streetlights, people

And now I hear you've found

Mark. And play back.

- Where you from? - Oklahoma.

Like a blue suburban sky

...Wolfgang Von Colt!

I'm gonna turn and leave you

Back to one, everyone!

But, Mitch, this ends tonight.

Well, kiss him goodbye.

But I couldn't tell you where I spent last night

More days to come, new places to go

You are cutting my throat here!

Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!

Drew? That Drew? Our Drew?

Let me ask you something:

- Closer to it every day - Closer to it every day

- I wanna feel what love is - I wanna feel what love is

- What did you see? - The night I played.

I'm gonna turn and leave you here

This must be just like livin' in paradise

It's all the same

You used to be great. But whatever made you that way, it's gone.

Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.

You have such a perky...

Here, hold this.

Come on, son. Up you get!

When I was a naive undergrad at UCLA, I had a roommate.

This is Cognac.

Into our guitars?

- Every rose has its thorn - Every rose has its thorn

Any way you want it That's the way you need it

Every day it seems we're wastin' away

What part of "We're screwed" don't you understand?

Suppose they get corrupted and seduced by the Man...

We built this city on rock 'n' roll

Hey, they're lip-synching!

- Ooh! - This is our Watergate!

Sepitembala 15, 1987

Are you serious?

So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

Can I help you?

You little shit.

To walk along the lonely street of dreams

- Bourbon. - Oh, Dennis. Paul Gill.

Mmm, lonely world

...is none other than Patricia Whitmore, the mayor's wife!

Of breaking little hearts Like the one in me

You're one lucky son of a gun.

Maybe you should help me practice.