Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hold on, homeboy.

- $15, take it or leave it. - Come on, Ramona.

Come on, we got to get to the Enchanted Forest. Turn left.

Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let my baby go free?

If you'd do what I want you to

Not my children. They're my flesh and blood. They're all I have!

To a teenage prayer

Cry-Baby and Allison sitting in a tree,

I think you're a liar and a cad

Well, let me out

Mister Sandman, bring her a dream

Here, these are the ones we want.

God. I heard about the Alphabet Bomber.

Honey, why don't you come over and sit down? Get to know one another.

Nighty-night, boys.

Make those monster faces, Hatchet. Please.

It's those jukebox records she listens to.

We should be what we want to be

though he's guilty as can be

Too smart to work, too cool to care.

- Are the parents here? - Yes, Your Honor.

Cry-Baby is an orphan.

Open up that door

But everyone says we should be like them

Siamese twins are a financial burden.

Her name is Allison and she is a nice girl.

Bombs exploding in the airport and barbershop.

Stay in your places.

Something is on my mind

Life could be a dream, sweetheart

Come on, everybody. Come on in.

She is speaking in tongues.

Following last night's disturbance at Turkey Point,

God bless my probation officer.

I wish I was having triplets.

I'll get out, sugar dumpling, I'll get out, if it's the last thing I do!

He wants his baby to have a real family,

Baldwin! Mind your manners.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen

One single, salty tear

Your poor dead parents would turn over in their graves.

A king and queen

Falling from my eyes

Baldwin, please. Be a gentleman and call off this race, it's too dangerous.

Cry-Baby, where are you?

Maybe Cry-Baby can sing.

Go on, get out of here.

What do I do, who do I thank?

Your Honor, could we take Wanda the fuck home?

I'm going to have your two children

We weren't born to live by rules

Hey, Hatchet-Face, you think Cry-Baby's got blue balls for the chick?

Mona Malnorowski, also known as Hatchet-Face.

We're having your favorite supper tonight, Wanda.

Teenagers everywhere, repent!

You think you're a big man, Cry-Baby. But you're lower than your dead father.