Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

from the official start of the L.A. Massacre.
Daggers, huh?
Hey. Wait a minute.
You liked that, didn't you? Yes, you did.
- This is a cabri-o-lette, man. - What's that?
- Why not? - This is the Daggers' place.
You screwed up.
Maybe Corey went home.
Bozo, he owns Smash Skateboards.
- Out. - What do you mean you were out?
Jeez. l... I could.
Yeah. I got it.
You can have it.
About time, Webster!
Now put Chrissy on the phone.
seven layers of a thin veneer...
Your brother doesn't mean to hurt you.
Wow.
- A bone, huh? - Tommy.
that are bonded together, cross-grain...
Let's rock.
Come on! Don't let him get away.
Corey, if you get hurt, just forget about pro sponsorship.
Ladies and gentlemen...
You know, he'll probably make twenty thousand this year...
- Take your friend out of here. - Big bad Dagger.
Hey, who's the geeze?
Velvet, what is this jousting?
- You ready? - Let's get out.
See you at the bottom, man.
Not too far away. Somewhere over the hill.
We got a race.
Need a spatula to peel you off the street.
It's Monk the punk!
And, Corey, one more thing.
in the first place, Corey.
We did it!
- Don't ask. - Oh, my God.
you come near Chrissy again, and you're dead meat.
Yeah. I kind of know how you feel.
are Mark McCarthy, Corey Webster...
I'm linked up with a walkie-talkie...
Velvet, if you could take me to the bus station...
You'd like to be held like that?
Hey, Chrissy.
Come on. Let's go.
Get down
Try it.
What are you, Bozo, out of your blazing skull, man?
What do you got?
Guys, get into it!
You tell your father that this was professionally done, Boze.
it seems like it ends up in an argument.
Corey, please don't go. Please don't do it.
OK, but get him out of here now.
Look at it burn!
How do you expect me to do a downhill with this, huh?