Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(hooves clopping)

we like to say, "Since the moment pictures could move,

I was telling her that, for my ninth birthday,

(rhythmic squeaking)

♪ He was a one-eyed, one-horned ♪

Y'all came up with that?

Slightly flatter in the front,

♪ Nine months in my mama's belly ♪

There are still some fragments, uh, floating in the air

-Well, read it. -You read it, dyslexic ass.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Whoa, no, no. Wh-Where you going?

Run it. Run it one more time, babe.

-Uh, they're early. -(Lucky whinnies softly)

EMERALD: Yeah, my bad. We good, man.

Yo. It's, uh... Storm's coming.

-MAN: Let's go! -MAN 2: Okay, okay, okay. Enough.

For the love of fuck, talk to me, please!

Yeah, fucking CW.

-(horses neighing frantically) -(thumping)

JUPE (recorded, powering up): Cowboys and cowgirls,

(engine starts)

that went by the name of Alistair E. Haywood.

-You sit! Down. -(Gordy screeching)

-(people screaming in distance) -(Emerald shuddering)

ANTLERS: Guess I'm talking to motion picture royalty, then.

♪ Na-na, na-na-na ♪

and there is literally no record of him.

And until then...

(clicks tongue)

ANTLERS: Ah, shit.

Whatever happened to that Black boy? He was good.

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

Horse girl, this dream you're chasing,

You want me to say, "I'm sorry"?

Nobody want to talk about that.

(clicks tongue)

(machine whirring)

(Lucky nickering)

(wind whistling softly)

-It's not coming again tonight. -I don't care.

So, uh... who'd you bring me?

Everyone's trying to celebrate Gordy's birthday,

What's up, Nessie?

This? Oh, shit, yeah.

-You'll know soon enough. -ANGEL (chuckling): Oh.

He's just crushing it.

Way to think things through.

We'd really appreciate that.

-and on the Pacific Crest Trail -(horses neighing)

(chuckles) I didn't ask.

(screaming continues)

-(Angel shushing) -(Emerald panting)

Like Oprah, for example. After that, everybody want in.

-So, again, what's it about? -(chuckles)

-Hey, Gordy. -(Phyllis gasps)

Hey. I wanted to invite you to our...

It is 7:44 with Bo and Ives.

I direct, write, produce, act.

It's shitty footage of exact proof

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Look down.

(door opens, closes)

-EMERALD: We'll use my money. -(laughs)

going in the opposite direction?

Yeah, Otis Junior.

that there's an alien spaceship

Yeah, it's not the gig. Not ready yet.

♪ Flyin' purple people eater ♪

♪ 'Cause you're too tough" ♪

well, you know they're gonna bring us back for the sequel.

Get your Jupe Jangle.

It does look like we were able to squeeze out, uh,

-(chuckles) -(music continues in distance)

Got stuck in its windpipe or something.

(horse whinnies)

-Hello? -EMERALD: Uh, hi.

(chatter and sirens continue)

(music continues)

(device buzzing quietly)

Nobody fucks with Haywood, bitch!

(distorted music continues playing in van)

Camera B is down.

-Surprise! -PHYLLIS: Wow.

♪ The teeth of a frog and the tail of a goat ♪

JUPE: You know, Gordy, all things considered,

(soft rustling)

That's all you had to say, just let me know.

so now I'm-a need you to clear the road.

(wind whistling softly)

(clicks tongue) Come on!

I ain't never heard a horse make.

We set it up, release it the right way,

in the sky is not a new thing.

Luan Loud it’s not a gem

It ain't gonna matter.

(OJ whistles in distance)

-I've got to get out this fucking house! -No.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

(screaming continues)

What's this about? You want me to...

(distorted): ♪ It cuts my security ♪

a love of the aurora borealis, Gordy.

Are you serious?

OPRAH: Well, you know you weren't

asking how my service was.

(pained grunting)

(Amber chuckles)

(sighs) Come on, come on, come on.

Other than that, we have, uh, no reason to suspect foul play.

Holy shit. It's real.

EMERALD: What you mean, you couldn't figure it out?

(distant shrieking)

(electricity buzzing)

(distant howling continues)

(phone vibrating)

(gasping breaths)

-(button clicks) -(machine stops)