Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What year were you born? -1998.

-Uh, listen, Eduardo... Sí, sí. -[man] Not bad. Not bad.

More lemonade, please.

[geese honking nearby]

[Marty] This is good.

[in Spanish] Excuse me.

-Okay, you're on. -[man wolf-whistles]

[Petty] So I get to this beautiful running stream.

It can be lonely. So... um...

Yeah, so did I.

I'm able to make you a very fair offer.

♪ Well, I suffer long ♪

Turn the music off!

-That's ridiculous. -I just think he needs to find a friend.

Gracias, amigo.

♪ Yeah, you got speed-freak jive, now ♪

I don't consider myself anything, but I do like to think

both be drawn to the work of the contracts lawyers

-[man] All right. -Be right there, babe.

A stethoscope or a bobby pin at least? Jesus Christ.

That's where we get into the extraneous again.

I know. I'm grounded, no phone, no social media, no driver's license.

he witnesses the most beautiful sunset ever 'fore made.

[inhales deeply] Um...

I don't get it. I mean, it's something to ponder, isn't it?

[Wendy] It could just be a phase.

Unless it had something to do with the fact

to watch the game, after which you'll likely be 50 bucks lighter.

Has one of those dials you turn, like on my high school locker.

-[indistinct chatter] -["Bad Man" playing]

Shut up, Boyd. He's a fucking fag.

Wait a second. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

♪ Can't you hear me knockin' ♪

This is a situation where the less you know, the better.

[chuckles] Uh...

so I'm gonna be out of your hair for a little bit.