Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've been listening to an hour of nonstop power rock 'n' roll, on HollyPower 92.

Feeling better, dear?

Let's check out the eats.

Who Could Make Up, "That Stuff Tastes Like Clorox"?

...and the wind blows it up.

Let Julie concentrate.

Julie, what's going on here?

So what? Tell me.

-I like this song. -Oh, God, I hate this song.

Pass on cotillion just this once, okay?

He's just really bitchin'. You'll see.

I think he's totally not.

So he had a little help.

-Okay, but I have to bring my best friend. -That's fine.

You know, these guys all look sick, or something.

-Young man.... -What?

-Hi, Skip. -Hi, Suzi.

Did I ever tell you how good you feel?

God, I don't want to go! I told you.

We go to normal parties, we go to normal places.

Who am I kidding?

Trust me. It never fails.

Having a good time?

-A little goes a long way with some people. -I got to go.

Gross! Let's move.

-You have nothing, faggot! -Tommy! Stop it!

-How's that punch? -It's Bosco.

This is pistachio paste, isn't it?

I told you we can't.

You're like her and all the rest of her friends.

I could grow old and prune up, waiting for that.

Hi, Mrs. Brent.

Do you have any of that stuff for me?

-They really are rather dissolute. -Where are the cups?

I mean, he doesn't do the things we like to do...

totally gnarly sex.

My mom would kill me if she found out I'd skipped out on it.

-See you, Julie. -Bye-bye.

You know, see what you're up to.

here in the Valley, it's a balmy 83 degrees.

How's your mother?

God. Hey, do you think she does everything she says?

I'm sure. I don't know.

When everyone says "yalls" and you remember you live Oklahoma

Life's not fair.

-It's going to be fun. -lt is not going to be fun.

-Oh, I'm sure. -He's okay, I guess.

All right. But when they attack the car, save the radio.

What about that one?

You know the type. He's shy.

I mean, those are so bitchin

The way you look, the kinds of clothes you wear on your body....

She tossed me out.

It's no accident that I'm the one delivering the groceries.

-She's out there somewhere. -Yep.

I mean, Tommy can't be king of the prom going stag.

How is it? Okay?

-Come here. -No!

-He's got to be bummed to the max with me. -He'll get over it.

-But I love you. -Get out of the car!

-She left with Randy. -Who's Randy?

So what do you do over there that's hot?

Can I have some of your hamburger?