Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[electric crackling]
Son of a bitch!
Hold this.
[Lucas grunts, yells]
[Murray sighs]
Look...
[creature screeches]
- Go. - [stammers] Okay.
[Steve] Whoa!
[Larry wails in pain]
- [creature roars] - [Jonathan] Go, go, go, go!
Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
So, the future is actually the present,
I'm a natural! Check it out!
(. car shaking, alarm drozling. )
We just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes,
All I know is...
- I would kill for a hot dog on a stick. - Ooh!
[in Russian] Look!
[laughs like Woody Woodpecker]
He's Very Crazy!
Get your tickets right here!
[dramatic synth music playing]
Yeah.
Yes, she is. She wants to be, like, a singer.
Like Oswald.
- How do you even drink that? - Because it's delicious.
[panting heavily]
[Hopper] Hit it. Hit it! Go! Go!
Keep the pressure on it, nice and firm, okay?
- No. - Why not?
Dustin's so freaked out about the gate, he decides to go watch a movie?
[Jonathan yells]
[gasps]
AKA gunpowder.
- It's a very famous number. - All right, so we get the keys,
- [Nancy] Go! - [Jonathan] Hurry up! Come on!
What... What... Hey, what are you doing?
[indistinct chatter]
[in Russian] I told them they should have sex.
[intense synth music playing]
[Eleven] He said he was building something.
[ride door whirring]
Yeah.
The goddamn Russians!
Oh, spare me, spare me, spare me!
- [metal clanging in movie] - [Doc gasps]
better.
[both groaning]
- Yeah, we just have to shut it again. - Then the monster dies.
Why are you looking at the trees, baby?
[Dustin grunts]
with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.
Whatever you do,
We all die, my strange little child friend.
[ominous synth music playing]
[Max] So this has nothing to do with the gate?
Steve, can you taste the air?
- One sec, one sec. Steve, Steve. - [Steve] God, no.
[carnival audio fades]
[balloon pops]
Yeah, but he's not building this army to spread.
- Whoa! - You are way off base, buddy!
Hey.
Murray!
Sorry.
Go get me a washcloth and a bowl.
♪ Rockin' in the U.S.A. ♪
[screaming]
- We kill all the flayed. - And... we end this.
Dustin, you're going way too fast. I can't understand you.
Dustin, you're cutting out.