Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(chittering)
OJ: I got some work I got to do.
ANGEL: Shit. We're all gonna go to jail.
RIDER: Be Scorpion King.
PHYLLIS: Somehow, you'd think that a man
Yo, that man was hardheaded as fuck.
-(frustrated grunt) -(tapping van)
EMERALD: No, thank you.
Run, OJ! Run!
ANGEL: Um, what do you see?
No, nope. It's too much.
It wasn't a Western.
(slowing, distorting): the Star Lasso Experien...
(whispers): It's above us.
AMBER: Now, we're not gonna let
Did you guys find everything you're looking for today?
(whimpering): Oh, God.
Right, Holst?
...my family and I bore witness
(whooshing)
a few clouds kill our fun today, are we, folks?
(chittering)
ANGEL: Sorry, dead people. Park's closed.
Oh, fuck.
I guess some animals ain't fit to be trained.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Okay, uh, tell me when you see it.
-Nope. -(audience laughing)
(neighs)
(clanking)
-(metal creaking) -(wind gusting)
Scott Wolf is the host. He's me.
(chittering and squeaking stop)
that I picked up.
Yeah, fuck the point.
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(sirens wailing in distance)
(grunting)
(laughs) Yeah.
(metallic creaking)
-Oh, shi... -Come on.
Sure!
OJ: Lucky.
ANGEL (whimpering): Yeah, we're fucked.
-How big? -Big.
Is it a hard install?
That man was a Bahamian jockey
I was just talking to my therapist about this
Planetary destroyers.
OJ: What'd I tell you about that, man?
Yeah. Like Six Guns.
-It's all the same. -No, no.
OJ: Last dancer, deep in the gulch.
Know where I could find me a couple of big, strong fellas?
(pants quietly)
(heavy thumping)
(breathes deeply)
Crews started searching yesterday morning...
undeniable, okay?
(music ends)
Nope. Mm-mm. Nope, I'm out.
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Star Lasso Experience is gonna change you.
We pissed him off.
-(SCREAMS) Whoa! -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
'Cause this wack-ass OJ
a rocket into space would be able to manage
would be here right now.
That was the first job Pops took me on.
(voice fading): Uh, we will have some amazing...
Fuck. Great.
(clacking, thumping)
-BUSTER: OJ. -She gonna make it.
(chuckles) And it's... it's Kattan.
Network tried to bury hit, but it was a spectacle.
It wasn't dumb.
ANGEL: Um, Holst is shooting on a film camera,
You ready to do the safety meeting?
Shit.
YOU'LL KNOW SOON ENOUGH.
Like, read the room. (chuckles)
-(electronics powering up) -Why aren't you filming this?
There's shit to do.
-He's ready. -DIRECTOR: Set.
We just need enough to make our shit
Where'd you get...
(rhythmic squeaking continues)
Fuck.
(shuddering breaths)
Always some shit to do.
-(voices stop) -(child's breath shuddering)
No.
(Antlers chuckles)
-(neighing) -(smacking lips rapidly)
MAN: We're ready.
Man down? What? Where?
Why?
(whimpers, grunts)
Down, down.
(tapping leg)
EMERALD: Goddamn.
(wind gusting softly)
-(sharp pop, object thumps) -(whimpering stops)
Your dad left an enormous hole. I know that.
-Uh, Lucky. -Lucky.
That's a good one.
-(Lucky huffing) -(groaning fades)
Right, 'cause you can.
(nickers)
(breathing deeply)
with a circular hole in the bottom
(slowing, distorting): No self-respecting...
I also want to give a special thanks to
(birds chirping)
(rousing orchestral music plays)
(quiet chatter)
Nope? I mean, the very first stuntman,
Well, for me, no.
(deep squelching)
And he is my great-great-grandfather.
(whooshing)
Until they do, only one thing is certain.
OJ: Get the bike!
in season two entitled, uh, "Gordy's Birthday."
EMERALD: I don't know what you're doing here, but...
"I was wrong"? "It's dumb"?
What'd you see?
Yeah.
Hi.
Pops!
(cheering, applause)
I get him.
You'll be getting a call from my supervisor
Yeah. Hi.
But, of course, the star of the sketch
(wind gusting softly)
and all of our cameras are digital, so it's a whole thing.
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Luan Loud Is a carrot
Sorry for the tardiness.
for photographic evidence of UFOs and shit.
That was... that was a lot.
Let's go, boy!
Yeah, I wouldn't call it proof.
Ain't Oprah.
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