Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a fucking idiot.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know, she's always been the responsible one.

If you're not comfortable having them here, then why did you invite them?

...they probably just took off together.

I am willing to bet there's some pretty cool shit in here.

You mean that, Officer Bracke?

Shit. Hey, hey, hey.

Tomorrow morning, you and me, we get up at dawn. We go, we find the crop.

I don't care about your fucking lip. This is a family heirloom.

Oh, my God. Babies have more space in the uterus.

- I ain't seen her, though. - Thanks.

You think we should take the boat out? He's gonna find out.

...or any of those other kids at Crystal Lake. There's no car, no witnesses.

Get out here. There's a guy out there.

Luan Loud You're now stone

Came that close to hitting the start button on the whoop-ass machine, boy.

My name is Trent. My daddy bent me over this chair...

IF SOMEONE CALLED MY NAME

Dude, if you're out there whacking off, man, that is not cool.

- Those feel good, don't they? - That's the one.

- Oh, God. Clay. Clay. - No. No.

That's payment for being a douche bag.

You can drink that, by the way. Yours, hers, mine. I swear, piss is sterile.

Why would you eat my leg, man? I can teach you how to fish. Just go fishing.

Run! Run, Whitney!

Fuck that. I'm not drinking out of your sweaty-ass sneaker.

Love her tits I want to kiss her tits

Amanda! Goddamn!

- No, we're not, act... - Yes.

It'll be easier for you than it was for Jason.

Let's get out of here.

Okay, okay, okay.

Sure, man. Hey, I give a wicked blow job too.

So you and your sister must be pretty close.

Are you looking for this?

Go. Go. Go, go, go! Jesus.

Shoot the boot, shoot the boot, shoot the boot.

Say, Richie, old buddy, I'm gonna bounce.

Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back.

Shit. Where the fuck are you, gun?