Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Give me the cat! Give me the cat! Shit!

He's not your friend. Assholes don't have friends.

According to the computer, Frank Brayker died over five years ago.

he didn't have any bullets to do it.

Said his name was Smith.

All right, I know what you're thinking.

- You been drinking, Uncle Willy? - You must be kiddin'.

Big fucking deal! I got hemorrhoids.

by the time your race finds out what happened...

No, I just started that stove. I can't do everything at once.

but I sure found something in the room down the hall.

- Where's Uncle Willy? - I haven't seen his wrinkled butt neither.

'Cause you are. You are beautiful, Cordelia.

Hey, mister, get away from there

I warned you. I told you what would happen.

I thought I told you to stay downstairs.

But I'm sure you didn't come here for a view, did you?

Well, let me tell you something.

Stupid post office. Ain't the only job in town.

That's all that's important.

You really got some balls, man.

Well, what do you know!

We just have to survive the night.

I'm warning you, bitch.

Hi there deal. Hi

- I don't see them. Do you see them? - No.

Them sons of bitches must have been doing well over a hundred.

You know, if my memory's right...

I'm not gonna hurt you unless you make me.

We just got a call from Homer over at the café.

Or possess you. Or use you to get to the rest of us.

And you're really starting to piss me off!

Maybe several. And on that day, you'll fight.

- Shit! - Get him off!

- It's some kind of tunnel. - It's a mine shaft.

- We gotta get outta here. - The real battle is ahead.

Fuck that! Shoot 'em both!

Happy Birthday Scott

What the hell...?

I mean, really, what's the point?

Gangway, I'm bringing in business.

- You're ready. - Ready for what?

We've got to get her outta here. She'll bleed to death.

He was planning to take out the post office for Cordelia.

You kept me waiting, Roach, honey.