Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, you're not. So drink your stupid Pimm's Cup--
Oh, Burt Reynolds is so freaking awesome.
I think you look beautiful.
You'll wake up in a mental hospital with total amnesia, under someone else's name.
...Deliverance, the Smokeys, White Lightning, obviously Gator.
And I honestly mean that.
Twice as many would be none. What? Gator had--
Great. Now tell her to keep going north.
Yeah, where are we with the chalice?
You'll never catch them.
Now what do you say we have some fun?
Oh, blow it out your ass.
You should get a Bat-Pole.
Cut it out.
Cut it out, that tickles.
Well, I'll show him. I'll go find me a 10-year-old!
For real? Yeah, maybe even--
Whatever.
Oh.
What is wrong with you?!
Ew! Yeah, I don't think you wanna do that.
...and heading back to Tinseltown.
Ridiculous. Preaching to the choir, buddy.
And until you-- Oops. Hang on. What--?
If I don't catch them, I will just ride off into the sunset.
Damn, Krieger can't outrun anything with all that handicapped shit.
...I'm gonna give them all an EP credit.
I forgot about Hawk!
Pimm's Cup. Odd choice.
That's how I knew it was from him. Give me that.
You think you can outdrive me?
I love it that I'm the idiot.