Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no, no.
We-we go to the most credible platform to do the story.
Where your shit? Let's go.
you know, not like you're used to-- but, uh...
…it's like he was going home. (snaps fingers)
-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -Medic.
(horse shrieking wildly in distance)
It-it's 'cause they want to keep us in the dark.
-Em, Em, Em, Em... -MAN: No, it's okay.
EMERALD: Let's go.
There it is. Five to a hundred K.
The fuck?
-(loud roaring) -(people screaming loudly)
He lost focus.
He is a force of nature.
Ooh, yes.
about two school bus lengths wide.
that in about an hour...
(music resumes clearly)
-(yells) -Whoa, whoa, whoa,
(groans)
It ate them all.
It's not a ship.
Friday afternoon ... Ride off into the sunset
-(sharp thud) -(screaming stops)
-FYNN: Uh, OJ, let's step off. -You calling me?
It's done.
-(cell phone beeps) -(footsteps approaching)
it's time to ride off into the sunset.
Didn't I tell you this motherfucker was gonna
ANTLERS: So, how about this?
(distorted music continues loudly)
He's big, he's bad,
I need to get some shit.
try and take it all for themselves.
Here we go.
-No, no! Down! Down! Gordy! -TRAINER: Down!
-(indistinct chatter) -(orchestral music playing)
Sorry, I got the horse guy talking to me, too.
You know?
(Angel clears throat)
Oh, fuck. There's no way that that guy's alive.
That's impossible.
Me.
is really making me feel like I'm not loved.
(hoots quietly)
Fuck!
(smacking lips rapidly)
(sighs) Yeah.
You know, I usually charge a fee for this.
-(machinery whirring) -(sprinklers spraying)
(panting)
Drink.
Then tonight, I heard Ghost make a sound
See, every Friday for the last six months...
-I'm-a go up with you. -(sighs)
I'm going. Fuck this shit.
That's enough. (chuckles)
Luan Loud that’s not a gun
Sorry if I was, like, a little shut down this morning.
Too quiet to be a plane.
was a two-second clip of a Black man on a horse?
All right, uh, no help with the install.
♪ Scared of the very steps in which... ♪
(water running)
Can I help you?
(deep groaning)
I'm developing a business relationship,
Classic Otis Senior.
(urgent chatter)
watching y'all train my horse.
♪ ♪
brand-new live show we have coming up here at the park,
♪ ♪
Trained animals can be unpredictable.
OJ: Gold Rush went bankrupt.
It's closing time.
Right here in this exact spot,
(quiet, trembling breaths)
(indistinct sitcom chatter over TV)
How many?
every day for the last six months.
What's up?
All right? We know what it wants,
Thank you.
(panicked screaming, frantic chatter)
OJ: Pops.
and he's got a lot of spirit.
Oh, this?
EMERALD: Okay. No, OJ, no. No!
♪ ♪
But the outages affect the power in the battery shit, too,
I remember you and your brother.
Luan Loud this is not a bar
Where your sister?
(OJ sniffs)
Take it away.
(laughing)
(grunting)
Oh, God!
Luan Loud is gre
I saw one the other day. That wasn't on Oprah.
And... action.
-You good. You good. -(groaning)
that there's an alien civilization
(machines power down)
-(Emerald panting) -Come on.
Go! Go!
OPRAH (on TV): I'm talking today to women who say
All right. See you tomorrow.
It's fucking UAPs now.
(chittering)
(machinery whirring)
(rushing water fades)
(neighing continues)
(RECORD PLAYER SLOWING DOWN) (MUSIC SLOWS AND DISTORTS)
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
(wind whistling softly)
The shot. The money shot.
(Ghost sputters softly)
EMERALD: Are you okay?!
Okay. Well, I assume y'all are crashing at mine.
-Yeah? Rehearsal? -BUSTER: Rehearsing, we should.
OJ: We're not the reason it settled down here.
What happened?
GRIZZ: Look, maybe it's just too soon, huh?
Oh, my God.
(panting)
-D-D-Down! Down! Down! -(Gordy hooting frantically)
you got to admit, man, Pops...