Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's bullshit.
- I didn't say that! - You thought it.
- No one likes 3 Musketeers. - Yeah, it's just nougat.
Nance.
Nice and nasty with a chance of radioactivity.
let's just go to Tina's stupid party...
Billy, slow down.
Who are you? I'm Maria.
No.
and you're scared of bullies, so we were thinking
- I don't think he did. - No one wants to be Winston, man.
Hey, kid. Open up, would you?
No wonder you only hang out with boys.
They won't understand.
Eleven?
Holy shit! You should have seen the look on your faces.
- Yeah, that's right! - Yeah. Eat it, Harrington.
And...
Tubular.
Who you gonna call?
- My turn to be silly now. - Bob...
Hey, it's...
Hey, don't cross the streams. Don't cross the streams!
No, sir. And I got me an alibi the night he accuses me.
El, would you please open the door?
Nance, I'm sorry.
Oh, God. Give me a break.
I know a couple guys who have had these things,
You know on a View-Master, when it gets, like...
You're pretending like everything is okay.
The stalkers.
Come here.
♪ An invisible man Sleeping in your bed ♪
They could put us in jail. Okay? Or worse, they could destroy our families.
It's like nobody cares. Except her parents.
It's bullshit.
If I get another 3 Musketeers, I'm gonna kill myself.
Whoa! Whoa!
Now, you tryin' to tell me, with a straight face, cold did this?
What if we were to move out of Hawkins... together?