Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A little bit of trust here, all right?

Maybe we can call you El. Short for Eleven.

Attention, faculty and students.

Oh, hell, I could survive that.

Where the hell are you, Lonnie?

Is that a new bra?

Do you understand?

This is ridiculous! I'm so sick of your excuses.

I can't imagine what it's been like for you.

- Are you out of your mind? - Just listen to me.

Is someone that you'd do anything for.

We've been searching all night. Went all the way to Cartersville.

What do you mean she knows about Will?

Is there a number we can call for your parents?

The last suicide was the fall of '61.

But you like The Clash? For real?

George is a liar.

Oh, my, God! What the hell, Tommy?

Are you serious?

Joy Division, Bowie, Television, The Smiths...

- You gotta make a little hole right in... - I got it.

Do they live close?

His parents aren't home.

Signal's pretty weak.

- Okay. - We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies?

Missing kid, suicide...

♪ Should I stay or should I go? ♪

His name's Yoda.

And he was drunk as a skunk. He did it on a $10 bet.

Something wrong with the meatloaf?

Did you think that their aunt dinosaur is taking you to the hospital? Are you there?

What's it mean? Eleven?

No, Hopper, it was not a prank. It was him.

for Will at the school field.

She's been a few steps for a while now, hasn't she?

- Joyce. - Come on, how about a little trust here?

- You know, he's good at hiding. - Yeah?

I don't know where my boy is.