Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know if you've heard, but a terrible beast is about.

ANTLERS: Who's this?

-Hey! -ANGEL: Hey. Hi. (stammers)

♪ I came down on a lightning bolt ♪

animal wrangler and movie star all rolled into one,

-Boom. -Little more?

Don't promote your fucking side shit on the job.

(quiet, raspy whimpering)

(screaming continues)

a UFO, alien entity or whatever the hell you want to call it?

-when the shit went down... -EMERALD: Mm.

Old Trigger took off straight into the gulch.

(Lucky shrieks)

-You want to work? -Hell no.

JUPE (recorded): Well, cowboys and cowgirls,

Nobody Fucks With My Wood Bitch. Nope!

-How? -How what? How we put it out?

ANNOUNCER: Now sit back, stay in your seats and enjoy

Big dumbass, probably. (chuckles)

Nigga, I didn't say Oprah. You said Oprah.

Suit yourself. (chuckles)

One day. Two days, tops.

'Cause I'm not going back

Oh, come on. That ain't nothing.

All right, let's get into some, uh, safety precautions

was a two-second clip of a Black man on a horse?

ANGEL: Oh, God.

My camera! I need my camera!

Luan Loud don’t dance

Hey, yeah. I'm Emerald Haywood.

RIDER: Fuck it.

(motor whining)

S-Something very bad is happening.

-Hasta la vista. Adios. -(indistinct chatter)

I think... I think he might need a break.

Saturday Night Live?

That's interesting. How much?

All right, I'll be over in the morning to tear that shit off.

-(Emerald sighs) -(clicks tongue)

(Amber clears throat)

So just execute.

...they can't erase that.

-♪ Can raise the dead ♪ -♪ Obeah ♪

Step out. Step off.

-(music stops) -(chatter quiets)

ANGEL: Oh, wait, wait.

(audience laughing)

Sorry. Trying to help.

ANGEL: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, okay.

Fuck, we-we can even save Earth.

Thumbs u... thumbs up.

(soft popping, clattering in distance)

Do you... do you see, like, lights or anything?

It's good, but it ain't it. Ain't Oprah.

You got to enter an agreement with one.

OJ: Listen, listen, we-we got to get you out of here.

Yes, it was. Yes, it was. Look it up.

All right, here we go!

A lot of blackouts.

Come back again.

But don't worry, there'll be others.

He was basically your neighbor, right?

-(grunts) -(camera clicks)

a couple of extra press passes

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. -MAKEUP: I'm trying to work.

-(scattered applause) -Uh, and I'm Emerald Haywood.

(orchestral music playing quietly)

Ghost out there.

-(applause) -(Lucky huffs softly)

(whispers): You're chosen.

-(gasps) -(shrieking in distance)

Uh, uh, stay in your seats.

AMBER: Bear with us now.

and we know how it comes, so...

Luan Loud is very wet

All right, all right.

(engine starts)

OJ: Now, we know what it doesn't like.

(indistinct chatter)

No, no, no, no, no. No, Gordy, no! No!

We don't really know shit. (chuckles)

(Antlers chuckles softly)

♪ I'm the obeah man... ♪

the very first assembly of photographs

ANGEL: Man in black on a white motorcycle.

MAKEUP ARTIST: They told me to come here.

It's closing time.

Hey, hey! Is everybody okay?

(takes deep breath)

Okay, OJ, if you die trying to save that guy,

Wasn't much fun.

(neighing in distance)

-look that one up on YouTube. -(Jupe chuckles)

you make the cinematically impossible possible.

-Where'd you get it from? -Don't worry about it.

and he was my great-great-grandfather.

ANTLERS: You draw him out there.

So I'm gonna drive you back tomorrow?

ANGEL: Oh, God.

...you'll leave here different?

♪ Well, he looked at me and in a voice so gruff ♪

(gasping, grunting)

No, no, no, no, no, no. Shit.

-(balloon pops) -(objects clattering)

It's legendary.

(coyotes howling faintly in distance)

ANGEL: Holy shit, I-I think it's taking the dancers.

and studying us, waiting for the perfect time to beam us up

-Can you stay out here? -Why?

-She's supposed to be here. -Yeah.

-What's up? Copy. -FYNN: Safety meeting at the...