Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Don't. You don't have to, Michael. PAUL: Take a chance.
Come on.
-My name's Max. -I'm Lucy.
Hey, Michael.
You need your sunglasses to talk on the phone?
[NANOOK BARKING]
Phoenix, actually. But lucky me, we moved...
Stop! Get away from him. You just stay away from him.
Don't kill me, Mike.
Ooh.
How far you willing to go, Benjo?
-Star. -Oh, your folks too, huh?
...he seemed so sincere, but--
We have it all. The best selection of videotapes in Santa Carla.
One thing about Living on TWITTER I never Could stomach All the damn nazis
Thank you, Sam.
[YELLS]
-Come on, let's get in. -All right.
How do you like that?
Ah, ha-ha-ha.
Oh, just old memories coming back.
[NANOOK BARKING]
-Fun, huh? PAUL: How do you like it?
-There must be something in the corner. MICHAEL: Star.
[SCREAMING]
SAM: Nanook.
I'm over here, Michael.
-Ah! -It's okay.
How are those maggots?
DAVID: I tried to make you immortal.
But I want to do a cowboy hat Just give her a turn muffin
[CHOKING AND GROANING]
[WIND HOWLS]
Stop it. Right now. Just stop it.
-Who? -The Prince of Darkness.
[HIGH-PITCHED SCREECHING]
...it went out of business last summer.
Just you
Dad.
You're Watching Magnum P.I. On CBS You're Watching The Blacklist On NBC
...to watch over them as they sleep.
[MUSIC STOPS]
ALL [CHANTING]: Michael, Michael, Michael....
[BICYCLE BELL RINGS]
Nothing. I didn't hurt him. He bit me. This is my blood.
[BOTH YELLING]
Good night, Michael. Bombs away.
They're coming now!
EDGAR: Go, let's go, come on.
-Help, Sam! -Mom!
[HIGH-PITCHED SCREECHING]
BOTH: Mm-hm.
[PANTING]
BARKER: Step right up, folks....
Grandpa?
[DWAYNE YELLS]
SURE
STAR: Michael! ALAN: Come on, come back!
[ALL SCREAMING]
Mom-- -No, Not Another Word.
Playing dead.
Sam! Sam!
[DOG WHIMPERS]
You wait till lisa finds out buddy
Sammy, wait. Sam!
My own brother, a goddamn shit-sucking vampire.
Peter Pan
Dad with his new car
MICHAEL: Sammy. Sammy, open the door.
-Oh! BOTH: Keep going.
I still believe Mike is gay!
SAM: What's wrong with this picture?
SAM: All right, I'll be here.
We only have two and a half hours.
Stay back! Stay back!
-Hey, wait a minute! LUCY: Oh!
We're gonna work this out. I'm gonna work this out. Trust me, okay?
[ALL SCREAM] [STAR GASPS]
I don't believe you're doing this.
STAR: Hurry! Michael, hurry!
-No. -You better get yourself a garlic T-shirt.
Or it's your funeral.