Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(sniffs)
People are just obsessed. (chuckles)
That's all you had to say, then.
♪ When I was born, the midwife screamed and shout ♪
Luan Loud did a fart
Where's Ghost?
(motors powering up)
just outside of Jupiter's Claim,
FYNN: Okay, that was great.
That's real.
RIDER: You see that cloud?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(Angel shushes)
(fabric rustling softly in wind)
My name is Emerald, that's OJ,
Hi.
-(screaming stops) -(squishing)
You don't live here.
Let's go to Oprah.
Tell the horse we're ready to do one.
(child's shuddering breaths continue)
OJ: What if it's not a ship?
(women groaning, retching)
(chuckles): Yeah.
Free of charge.
Luan Loud Watch Out
-Got to feed 'em. -(van door closes)
So, what, they vanished?
What's good?
(chuckles softly)
It's quite a doozy today.
(medieval flute music playing)
(chittering)
♪ One-eyed, one-horned ♪
(chittering and squeaking continues)
(panting)
That's the one I wanted anyway.
What the fuck?
Luan Loud is a coconut
it's like he's going home (snaps fingers)
for a Verizon commercial,
No. No.
So you break it.
(shuddering breaths continue)
-No, no, no! -(objects crashing)
(wild shrieking in distance)
(chatter continues indistinctly)
(snaps fingers)
(line beeping)
RIDER: You can use my camera.
And even though the high gust warning will, um, expire
(rider screaming)
♪ Fisherman, row ♪
(chuckling): Okay. All right.
TOM: Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
with Dad liquor cabinet, then, huh?!
(whispers): It's gonna fuck you up.
(audience laughing)
sudden movements, and keep your cell phones off.
OJ: Mm-hmm.
Uh...
(quiet, indistinct chatter)
-(Lucky neighs) -(roaring)
-JUPE: Let me... Let... -Yo, wait a minute.
(woman whimpering, crying)
Sorry, brother.
-Stop, stop this shit. -It was good. It was good.
that at 6:13 p.m.,
sure to be a windy one.
(sighs)
They're giving us a real show today.
Took his camera. He's heading up the mountain.
-Come on. All right. -(rider screaming)
to manage a halfway decent birthday present.
(grunting, panting)
-(clears throat) -(Buster clears throat)
you'll leave here different?
(rumbling, squishing)
Your loss, nobody.
(chatter continues indistinctly)
You hear that?
(gruff panting)
Oh, God!
So, that's technology.
There's a growing Gordy's Home fan base out there now.
We got to reload.
(frantic chatter and screaming in distance)
-(scattered cheers) -Yeah.
(shuddering breaths)
Good night, Mr. Storeman.
♪ ♪
(door closes)
And three, let's have a great shoot!
Uh, motorcycles, baby.
Man, I don't know.
Cool.
MAN: Look at this. I've never seen anything like it.
See, every Friday for the last six months,
...using your cell phones or any flash photography...
Oh, God.
(grunts)
Ow.
(music returns to normal)
I bet it ain't gonna fuck with flags like that in a minute.
Holy shit!
EMERALD: We're setting up a decoy!
I'm-a take you to Oprah. I'm-a take you to Oprah.
Oh, shit.
(clicking)
descend through the mist.
While you're here... While you're here...
Why they got to change the name?
Yeah. I tend to do one for them so I can do one for me,
Stop! Ah!
Are you getting this?
Legendary shit.
of rain come through here,
(motors powering up)
There's lots of theories.
You're dead! Dead!
An-Anyway, Ancient Aliens, History Channel.
Goddamn it.
(motors powering down)
legendary cinematographer Antlers Holst over here...
-The descendants of the jockey. -Yeah.
(screams)
(flesh squishing)
(music slows and distorts)
(panting)
whatever might have taken it out.
Turn it down!
(distorted music continues)
So we ain't gonna chill tonight, nothing?
'Cause... I'm trying to see how big of a dumbass you are.
...it's the dream you never wake up from.
No.
(shuddering breaths)