Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You must forgive us. We are a poor people.
It's your choice.
But don't worry, Mr. Colton. You won't be alone.
No, wait, wait!
What a shame we had uninvited guests.
All right, yeah!
Oh, shit! Look out!
And cue! For Gawd's sake, cue!
Hot coals
He says that because there is more than one suitor, that you must wrestle his son.
- Except your flesh was torn off your body. - Ralph, please, just help us down.
- not with the eyes of your head. - Gotcha, yeah.
You tell Omar, right - Omar - that his special-effects wizard has arrived!
- I am his favorite author. - You saying it's none of my business?
We split it right down the middle, Colton. 50-50.
Oh, my God. Look at this. Looks like Our Lady of Mount Palmer schoolyard.
Could this be the end of my freedom, my salvation, my...
forever devoted and forever young?
You were gonna marry me with consumption? Why didn't you tell me?
I swear to God I'll be a good boy from tomorrow on.
So I'll travel at night. I don't care. I have to stop Omar.
Omar has stolen my people's jewel. Omar is a very bad man.
Rachid.
I was hoping to avoid them.
You bastard! You burnt my hand!
OK!
He's got something very important to talk to all you guys about.
Look, if I can make gods out of rock'n'roll stars, imagine what I can do for you.
- I've done it hundreds of times on stage. - This is not a cheap theatrical stunt!
- Omar blew up my boat, huh? - Your woman is in danger, too.
The Jewel is a legend.
But you drop one more of my boxes, and I'll smash your bloody face in!
- What is the best that could happen to you? - I could get through this and find the Jewel.
- Why not? - What do you mean, "Why not?"
Think about this pit as your last adventure, Joan Wilder.
All right, what are the rules?
Oh, no.
I promise ya. I'll feed ya to the maggots! I'll get...
Look, I'm going on the boat. You guys can do what you want.
Tomorrow we journey to Kadir. You must be there. It will be your most important chapter.
Was my biggest seller.
Where we going?
Your fears - they make you foolish.
Real? You don't write "real". You write about people that sail off into the sunset.
The best I can figure out is that we head due east. We should make it to the border.
No, thanks, pal. Keep your friggin' jewel.
That is why you are here.
That's very nice, but the lady is... She's with me.
Hey! How ya doin'?
Oh, boy.
Yeah, me. All right.
My career?
I am worried. You're the girl who never gets a book back late to the library.
OK. This one I think I can handle.