Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just a bite. - No, thank you.
- Yeah.
- Well, mine clearly did. - Emma.
- You wanna ride on a banana?
- Shh.
- That's a situation I'd be completely unprepared for.
[seagulls squawking]
Get in the closet. Get in the closet.
* The dew drops *
Okay, thank you.
* *
Oh, my God, your head is like a black hole for pain.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
- [laughs]
Seriously? - Okay.
My friend made it for me.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.
Wanna fool around?
- Uh, I don't really dance a lot.
* It's beautiful *
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- This is real dumb though.
- What do you mean? - No, this is not it.
- Hey, how's your neck?
[eerie music]
The bed looks fine.
- Hey! - [groans]
- Hi. - Sam!
- Well, I don't have to tell you everything.
Violet's room is so much nicer than Sam's.
- Baltasar Frías.
- Who is that?
* *
- No, no, no. Come on. - What? Stop.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Emma. What are you doing?
- I'm going to climb up. - We're not climbing
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Yeah. You dance. I got it. - Yeah.
Fucking God damn it.
- [pants softly] - Okay.