Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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