Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You fuckin' hodunk podunk well-then-there mother fuckers!

I'm very easy to live with, I'm clean, I don't drink... much.

Ain't a church no more.

Oh! Just thinking about it gets me all hot and squishy.

Funny how you remember the big dates.

It's the bat shit. You get used to it.

- Take it. - What?

I know this man, sheriff, and he will not do it.

I'll get back to you.

Just the place I've been looking for.

- You want some? - Hell, no.

I'm sorry, mister.

- Reset, guys. Back to one. - Director...

- What are you gonna do? - I'm gonna cover the rear.

We're going down to the station and we're going to sort this shit out.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

- I hope you're ashamed of yourself, Roach. - Not particularly, no.

God's doing some serious thinking tonight.

Check this out.

Actually, Sheriff...

- Good evening, Irene. Where is he? - That's him, in the dining room.

- How 'bout shotgun shells? - Not up here.

If they spend the same money on dinner and a movie...

Hey, kid. You want a quarter?

So... you got yourself a new boyfriend.

Like it or not, we stick together.

I did it, Jack. I did it.

- No! - Don't shoot!

Come here, Cleo. Come on.

Give me the key, Brayker. For cryin' out loud!

until God stepped forth and said...

This doesn't make sense. Anything?

Brayker! Wake up!

I think he's looking for a room of his own, Cordelia.

You mean right now?

You will die. But at least we'll be together forever.

Honey, you'd be the first.

Cordelia? You okay?

and I'll take care of dessert.

You really love me, don't you, Wally?

Nothing gets you fucked up faster. Am I right, girls? Am I right?

Frankly, we've been counting on you, haven't we?

So... cheer up.

Course, if we're heading west...

It's a simple deal, Jeryline: You let me in, I let you out.

You must be in exquisite pain.

Call it in, Bob.

"He's got the key. What else could he possibly want now?"

Listen, on a personal note.

Not surprising. The whole area's riddled with them.

I know what you need.

- That's two cars, Sheriff? - That's right, Mavis.

Oh, my goodness! Oh, my God!

The vein was as big as your goddamn arm.

I'm not gonna give you the key. You're gonna have to take it.