Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was fun.
. .
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare ya.
How do we know you're not the killer? Huh? Huh?
- I watch your show religiously. - That's great.
- What do you want? - To talk.
under any circumstances say, "I'll be right back," 'cause you won't be back.
Designed and directed by his red right hand
Jesus Christ! An innocent man on death row.
Cut some slack. She watched her mom get butchered.
We all go a little gay sometimes.
Can I be the helpless victim?
There are certain rules that one must abide by...
My whole life.
Why don't you check the phone bill, for Christ's sake!
- I'm gettin' another beer. You want one? - Yeah, sure.
- I owe you shit! - You owe my mother!
Dork.
- And has his story changed? - Not one word.
There's no way to track the purchase.
There's always some stupid, bullshit reason to go to war.
Yeah, that's not fair!
The police are on their way. What are you gonna tell them?
- Guess. - Um, "Nightmare on Elm Street".
Well, how about this?
Oh, G--
who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
He was destined to have a flaw. I knew he was too perfect.
- Whisper to a scream - Whisper to a scream
Practise ran late. I'm on my way, okay?
Wasted, sacrificed for the new nirvana
Come on, Sid.
What he seems
Oh, shit. My turn.
Authorities are baffled by the lack of clues and the savage--
- Stupid. - You make me so sick!
Sidney, were you very close to Casey Becker?
What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
But these kids today, damned if I know.
People want to know They have a right to know
- Sid. - Billy.
I'm sorry. I'm on duty.
What's it like to be free
Shit.
But he ain't
- Open up! - He did it!
Mott and check are gonna be so mad at me.
You okay? - Mm-hmm.
The same someone who planted it in Cotton's car, framing him.
Well, he's not a suspect, is he?
What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
- Don't you know the rules? - What rules?
- No! - Poor Billy-boyfriend.
Luan Loud will be doing the murders
when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home...
I'll be right back!
Only virgins can outsmart the killer in the big chase scene at the end.
It's the way it is. She's not comin' back.
She'd have to be, all the shit she's been through.
Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.
Look, I'm sorry.
- I just think you're awesome. - Oh, thank you very much.
- Still does. - I've got an ending for you.
- Oh, now that's in poor taste. - What?
Right. Created by that little tabloid twit Gale Weathers.
My boyfriend is huge and was in the army He will beat the shit outta you!
- Oh, close call. - Billy, what're you doing here?
If they'd watch "Prom Night," they'd save time.
- Happy curfew. - Nice party, Stu.
Besides, if it gets too complicated, you lose your target audience.
Be careful!
What? It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything.
- Casey! Casey, are you upstairs? - Oh, my God. Casey, baby?
We gotta get back.
You know, if-if I was wrong about Cotton Weary,
- When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts? - Yes. Yes. - Breasts?