Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(sighs) So, what now? -I don't know.

-Oh, yeah, horse girl. Sure. -(Emerald chuckles)

-(Lucky neighing) -(people screaming)

Yeah, I'm gonna have to go ahead,

WOMAN 2: Come on over to the Sundae Saloon.

MAN: Excuse me.

(deep squelching)

what the fuck is going on?

♪ One-eyed, one-horned ♪

Oh, it's back up.

AMBER (over speakers): Cowboys and cowgirls,

-Shut your eye. -Not before you take a picture.

(laughs): Yeah!

...pretty damn superb lemon tart in the oven

You should've dropped that at the top.

But we should be covered with the film camera.

ANGEL: Hey, um...

-(breathing heavily) -(camera rattling)

So, without further ado,

(Emerald grunting, panting)

Jupiter's Claim Star Lasso Experience.

(horse neighing)

-MARY JO: No. Stop! -TRAINER: Stop that!

MAN: Yeah, get a shot of her. Zoom in.

-♪ When I've got my ♪ -♪ Obeah ♪

(heavy thumping, squishing)

-Colton, Phoenix, Max. -(upbeat music plays)

And that's just what I saw on the first go.

Um, according to American Cinema magazine,

Take the camera out from time to time.

(Mary Jo whimpers, gasps)

I know it's gonna sound fucking cliché, all right,

(rhythmic squeaking)

I mean, we have proof of aliens on video. I...

-(siren wailing nearby) -(grunts)

Ghost talking about, "I ain't listening.

(chatter continues indistinctly)

-(click) -(whirring)

by an alien species I call "the Viewers."

PHYLLIS: Wow! Now, there's a gift.

to create a motion picture

a saint for putting up with all my craziness.

-(screaming) -(camera continues rattling)

-whoa, whoa, whoa. -(yell echoes)

Nobody fucks with my wood bitch. Nope!

You know, just, uh, training horses we ordered

And we ain't got no more problems. Mm.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I mean, we really put on a show,

But you did, nigga.

Luan Loud is glass

Oh. Hi, horsie.

(metal creaking)

(deep grumbling)

and he's definitely coming this way.

Okay, shut up. Look.

-He's not here for that. -Look, look, no.

-Oh, my God. -Actor, singer, dancer,

FYNN: Hey, man, if she can't get near the back of the horse,

-And... -Sorry.

Her name was, uh, Rebecca Diaz.

MAN (on radio): Good morning on what is

Fucking praying mantis.

FYNN: OJ, she's... she's ready to do one.

Uh, where's your phone?

…it's like he was going home. (Snaps Fingers)

-OJ: Yeah. Thank you. -EMERALD: That's 3D. Yeah.

Okay, or maybe you're in a UFO hot spot. (chuckles)

(yells) Oh, shit!

...it's gonna do some good, huh?

MAN: Folks, this is Wally Pachenko

and do a little number for us. Would that be all right?

It is a decoy for horse training.

-that I could click together, either. -Yeah, yeah.

How am I a liability?

(rapid hoofbeats)

Could be a faulty battery.

(horse whinnies)

-Happy birthday. -(gruff panting, grunting)

who took the pictures that created that clip,

About six months ago.

(distorted, indistinct voices crying, speaking frantically)

Holst just said some creepy, cryptic shit.

-Just-just holler at me. -(applause)

♪ Exuma was my name when I lived in the stars ♪

in sequential order to make a motion picture

-(smacking lips) -(neighs)