Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Gayle clears throat)
Like you.
because you've separated yourself from him.
No.
I didn't say that shit!
* That you loved me... *
* But where would you advise? *
MRS. CONNOR: I don't want to keep reminding you about this.
- Before I kill him... - Mom.
Don't you move my son.
(Fatima coughing)
You want to know something?
I know being here isn't easy for you...
But you don't know...
Just release them in the wild like Cornpop?
- I'm tired of these white ladies. - All right, calm down.
I ain't giving you all these clothes that I bought.
(gasps)
Who wants to know?
("When It's Time to Go" by Buddy Fo and His Group playing)
Amber Amber
Welcome home, son. Okay.
* I'm so lonely *
AMBER: Oh, thank you so much. (laughs)
* Like a fool once more *
Shake your booty. Come on.
(whispers): It's 'cause it's haunted.
(door opens)
Sorry. Uh, I'm the guidance counselor, Mrs. Grier.
If you don't start using your common sense and acting right,
Loquareeous, sit down right now, young man!
MOM: You better not be watching that TV.
- Oh, will you get me that chicken over there? - Mm. Mm.
that Marcos can give us on credit.
- (rhythmic whispering) - (vocalizing continues)
but from now, I'll lay your clothes out.
- "We're cursed, too." - (music fades)
AMBER: Okay. Let's go, guys.
- See, y'all got me fucked up. - Oh, ma'am, I just need a few
* Though at times a frozen thing *