Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was probably just playin' a prank on you.

Well, I'll be damned.

Hey, Ray, just taking care of your girl like I promised.

hush, hush you broke my heart but I'm not to blame now

And they all usually originate from some sort of real-life incident.

It's a fictional story created to warn young girls...

under those baby blue eyes

Yeah, I'll say. You know, you guys should check out a mirror once in a while.

immature, adolescent decadence.

early in the morning

So, by that time,

Look, come on, Julie. Don't you see?

But there was one guy, one guy.

Shut up. So the girl, she gets all scared, right?

Come aboard. Come inside.

Yeah, almost a year now. I work on that one over there, on the end.

Jodie foster tried this, and a serial killer answered the door.

They live in the sticks. What do you think?

I don't know what it is.

You and your hair. It is so pathetic.

How's the snapper?

now hush, hush I thought I heard her call my name now

don't you know who I am

I haven't seen Ray since last summer.

I'm not going to the police, and you're not either.

THAT'S MY GIRL! THAT's MY GIRL!

Look, m-maybe it ran off.

chalky corpse in the car now.

People trying not alive

- Who? It's been a year. - I don't know.

David. Younger.

Please! Elsa! What are you doing?

Who else? He was there.

You can call it an accident all you want, but he died because of us. That's certain.

Cowboys. Whoever.

Maybe he blamed himself. Maybe he was sitting in the road waiting for us to hit him.

you know what-- I-I don't, I don't think so, Max.

Stay calm. I'll be up in the balcony.

she's the best girl that I ever had

I can touch the moon with my hand

Yeah, prophecy fulfilled, right?

We make a pact, right here and now. We take this to our grave.

- You two look like shit run over twice. - You're a prick.

Use your brain, Julie. We call the police, and we're fucked.

What do you want?

Come on back out, girls.

The guy's dead.

How? I scared the shit out of him, all right?

butterfly just cries

That's a shame...

Susie Willis died of drowning.

My fuckin' jacket.

I'm goin' where the cold wind blows

God, I'm gonna miss you.

early in the morning or late in the evening

- I didn't see it. - No, there's no way!

You know what? I need to talk to Helen, and I was wondering...

You two wait here. What are you gonna do?