Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here's to Daddy's shoes and fucking douche bags.

Give me your hand, Jenna. Come on, hurry.

- No, I think I'm gonna... - Oh, no. Don't do that again.

...but the owner makes the rules.

Oh, my God. What the fuck?

leave them the fuck alone nigga

Shut the fuck up!

I'm gonna kill you.

That'd be nice, but, well, I can't exactly leave them here alone.

Hi, I want to report a homicide.

Let Daddy have a little lick.

No, we're not. Not everything shows up on GPS, Richie.

You do that, brother. Okay. - I'm spent.

Look. I think this might be a way out.

They said they're sending someone.

In my next life...

No. We're close, I think.

Your parents do not have Combos or Funyuns.

- Where's your sense of adventure? - Oh, come on.

- I wanna go. - What?

...and Whitney took care of her every single day.

You fucking jerk, you found the weed.

Where is everybody? There's a guy out there carrying a dead body.

I never liked camp. Why?

- Oh, thank God. Go, go.

Jesus, where are the police?

And so does he.

...I wanna come back...

- What do you wanna do first? What do you wanna do?

Is this all we brought to drink? No Heineken?

Lucille? Baby, is that you?

That's you, babe.

I mean, I bailed when I was 17, and she stayed with my mom.

You people are rich.

Give me the gun.

So you don't wanna be friends? You don't wanna hang out?

You won't be disappointed.

Me and Cecilia Fucking so hard

- I don't know you. - No, you don't know me.

My boy's still out there. I'm gonna go get him.

I don't eat fish.

...he came back.

...the place was called Camp Crystal Lake.

Outsiders come, they don't know where to walk.

Her son, Jason...

All right. Let's go. Come on. Hurry.

- I knew it. - What?

And here we have the stoned American male, foraging for food.

Look, I didn't mean to startle you. I was trying to get your attention.

- I gotta follow him. He had a dead body.