Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Never even entered your hatchet-shaped head.
The only problem is we don't know where the hell we are.
- Do you know where we are? - Louisiana.
If you follow this road...
"A Road Less Traveled," by Bob Frost.
- No! - No. I understand.
No delivery of controlled substances. None of that stuff.
Ah, what do you want? Man, I don't owe you anything.
Not enough room to swing a cat.
♪ Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head ♪
Maybe Mark Twain will come by and pick you up in a steamboat.
Fatso's on his way up here.
I mean, I can't believe you think I'm gonna fall for this.
Today - Today in the yard, I make a discovery. Very interesting.
I'd say offhand dates back to the Mesozoic period...
I think, i ate to much
Be careful!
♪ Looks like it's gonna rain all night ♪
Yeah, it's a sad and beautiful world, pal.
It's gonna come and pick me up.
- You're such an asshole. - What?
If you get enough of it, do like a crawfish. Back on out of it.
Some music, yeah?
I heard you're lookin' for someone to take care of you.
♪ And through the bars of a Cuban jail ♪
Don't forget to write.
- Bob Frost. - Frost.
all the scum rises to the top.
- Excuse me, Jack, do - Zack! - Zack!
Only 'cause you don't -
You're gonna remember me for the rest of your life for this.
Man, whatever this is, I know it's bullshit.
- Yeah. - Nah, man. I don't believe it. Really?
'cause you don't take care of me.
and you wanna be in on it.
Ah, yeah, yeah. This part I remember.
And now I have falled in love, at last.
I see.
♪ Sixteen men on a deadman's chest ♪
Hey, we got a fight startin' up!
Why do you always gotta go fuck up your own future, huh?
♪ Admire the view from up on top of the mast ♪
Excuse me. Now can I get a light for my cigarette?
But I'm telling you something. If you're foolin' with me...
♪ Take it slow ♪♪
♪ Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs ♪
♪ Hey, little bird Fly away home ♪
then we're gonna move in for the kill.
Just fuck off, Preston.
Because I've been trying to make us be friends again.
♪ A hundred dollars makes it dark inside ♪
Is no joke. Look where I am.
♪ Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair ♪
Do you like Walt Whitman?
♪ Edna Million in a drop-dead suit ♪
♪ To the end ♪
All you got to do is learn to jerk people off a little.
♪ With confetti in my hair ♪
You, uh, plannin' on doin' a little squirrel huntin', Jack?
The guy didn't like Walt Whitman?
- Yes. You are innocent man. - Yeah.
♪ That you were here with me ♪
I'll take care of the kid.
Aw, man.
I never asked this man if he liked Walt Whitman.
When I get out of here...
I, uh - We-We was, uh, playing-a card.