Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Say, Brian, what are you doing Saturday night?
We took it without asking and wrecked it.
- I'm Brian. - Holly.
Oh, yeah, that's good kiss bologna.
(new 1950s song intro begins)
Well, I think my instincts just kicked in.
Let go of me! Stop!
See, here are all the 1950s Coke signs from the 1980s.
(sighs) Okay, give me a minute.
But it's too late now. I mean, look at it.
Oh. Weird. Well, how'd our car do?
- The car is stopped. - (imitates gears grinding)
Brian, stop. I just... We can't go.
- Hey, buddy. - What are you doing here?
‐(thud) ‐(slap)
Uh, sadly, my Uncle Ray passed away last week,
and accidentally break one of my toys and I'll hit you?
(sighs) Always have trouble finding third.
Joe, stop this car right now.
I'm sorry I never told you I had a son.
Uh, he also left me everything I'd need
But what happened to my car?!
He saw a bra in the window of Lane Bryant on the way over.
(robotic): Do not speak in that tone to the Iron Giant.
BONNIE: Don't be long, Joe! I'm expecting a call.
- What's all this? - Oh, hey, guys.
I'm off to taste the delights of downtown Nashua.
‐Yeah. Hell of a game. ‐No, it's not. Candy Land is terrible.