Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

People think we're weird enough already.

But you know, with that being said,

["Exits" by Foals plays]

So nice to meet you. [laughs]

There's something I want to ask you about.

[dubious instrumentals]

Listen, I wanted to offer my apologies for yesterday.

- ♪ We'll hide out ♪ - [gearshift cranks]

[lively instrumentals]

- You, too. - All right.

so we offered him friendship in exchange for wearing a suit that doesn't breathe.

[arcade chatter]

- You know Rendell? - Oh, very well.

- [Tyler] Hey. - Dude, it's fine. We do this all the time.

It makes them hallucinate.

[key opening crinkles]

high school romances, who cares? But...

not thinking about the tides.

[descending footsteps]

- I don't know. It was... - [crow caws]

- [splattering] - [Sam, echoed and sing-songy] Kinsey...

[foreboding instrumentals]

We're going to have to reshoot anyway,

- I'll go grab him. - No, I can wait.

[ominous instrumentals]

What do you want from me, Kinsey?

[light crunching and squishing]

[scoffs] You just lost a key that could take you anywhere?

Right. See, even my pronunciation feels repressed. [chuckles]

[car rumbles away]

- I didn't mean to spy on you. - [door closes]

[curious instrumentals intensify]

- I see. [laughs] - [chuckles]

But I didn't think you were actually going to drown me in blood.

- [door creaks open] - [wind whirs]

I'd be an idiot to want anything from you, Tyler,

[beaded curtains clink]

but they were all good kids.

I'm going to get my hair blown out.

[door creaks open]

Kinsey, scream.

I haven't found any more.

That's how this stuff always works.

[Kinsey] I can't believe we're just going to school

Yeah, I know. Pulled a hamstring last week during practice.

- [Tyler softly pants] - Yes.

- ♪ There's no birds left to fly ♪ - [car breaks whine]