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Or if I--
I'm fighting this as hard as I can, but just--
Oh for Christ sake, at least lose quickly!
- Yes... we have. - No, actually--
Did you ever notice how some days can start out so shitty--
One of us has to stay rational.
I have no problem with that. Do you?
You brought this on yourself
Shh, shh, shh, listen, Helen.
- Oh! - I must have dropped it somewhere.
Have you seen her yet?
Sensual.
ten years of perfect, unchanged beauty.
That's 'cause you could raise your legs higher than anyone.
Oh, boy!
- Got it. - What about the time of death?
Do you?
That is not going to happen, by God!
Then how come you never invited me to one of those parties at your parents?
Thank you, Mr. Franklin, we'll see if we can't give him a little character,
or...
Look, you gotta believe me. This is perfectly innocent.
Fine.
Screw the natural law!
It offers us the taste of youth and vitality...
That was pretty neat.
It's the only way you'll survive if you fall.
Blah blah blah blah
Oh! Say what you will about Ernest, but the man is a genius.
You're a sign. You're an omen, a burning bush!
I didn't know you were so unhappy.
- Could they prove the call came after? - No, no.
Oh, and that he did.
Getting something stiff
is the large, flat tail.
goes to the opening of an envelope
saying that once more not going, because all my IWAY cookies have been extinguished by supernatural slumber party sam winchester styling head. now moss mink. moss mink. mink? where's the moss? huh? or is it still nonchanlant?
Who keeps calling?
You can call me day or night.
- Helen! - Grab it!
You have to!
Because we didn't think you'd feel comfortable.
She was a home wrecker. She was a man-eater.
- Oh, look over there. - Wh--
Oh, no? Pretty strong words for a murderer on the run,
You people all have to be stopped.
For God's sake!
I'm throwing a party upstairs.
I have... something in my eye.
- An entire can of spray paint. - Get off it!
I am?
lol
But I think you're gonna need a little bondo on the chin, babe.
We need you!
But I think you're gonna need... ...a little Bondo on the chin, Babe.
I wouldn't know where to begin, Madeline.
it's fractured in three places.
Ernest! Do you still have the potion? Do you still have it?
Ahem.
Watching Game Of Thrones like...
- Why am I in the morgue? - Shh! It's okay. It's okay!
I don't know. Smart, I guess, sort of classy.
Can you believe Madeline Ashton? Talk about waking the dead.
Thank You Rose... thank you verrrrrry much!
What?
I am gonna go downtown and obtain a divorce from Madeline Ashton.
You’re in the shit house now, pal!
Yes. When you lost your index finger.
I can see... My ass!
They just came.
What you came for.
Madeline Ashton goes to the opening of an envelope.
- What about shock? Should we check? - It could be shock.
I can start my life all over again.
And we're free!
She's a woman.
All right.
I want you to know something.
Come on. Don't try to flatter me.
Depending on each other.
Madeline is not ready to be buried yet.
It's a miracle!
I've been so weak for so long.
Oh, no, Dr. Menville, you can't give him any character or depth.
We see the upper eyelid skin incision...
Can you believe that? A musical version of Sweet Bird of Youth.
Is this an angel I see before me?
I'm sorry, dears.
- Ernest? - Monday. At the very least Tuesday.
Don't you dare say how long.
I don't intend to.