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Clips from Planet Terror

Movies 2007 105 min ★ 7.0/10 (235,391 ratings) 1,328 clips

Credits

$70 a day for yard work.
I cost the most...
'cause I'm the best there is.
I took a vow of peace.
I mean, Padre.
I'll see what I can do.
He's coming after us.
- Uhh! Action.
Emotion.
Real pretty tonight, Holly.
God damn it, girls.
You know what a go-go dance is?
No, it's a happy dance.
I'm quitting.
You say that at least one night a week.
I mean it this time.
Like that Chris Rock... only prettier.
I'm gonna have to fire your fuckin' ass,
We're gonna need some cash.
Aah!
Hey, Abby.
I don't know, uh-
Let me go, you motherfuckers!
Pick this up, please.
The deal is still good.
Looks like I got you by the balls, Abby.
You certainly have.
So...
It's just overheating.
It's just a stripped radiator cap.
Here, take this with you.
Thanks...
I gotta go.
There's a packed suitcase under his bed.
Hey, what happened to your tooth?
Fell out.
Think you can say a prayer for your old man?
No dead bodies for Da-da tonight.
Tonight...
Been open 25 years.
Must be passin' through.
Talked about it enough.
That's my jacket.
I looked for it for two weeks.
and being dick.
Yeah, well...
Cherry.
Right.
Well...
Whew.
When this was still a military hospital,
Whew!
kind of like a fountain.
Well, how'd you treat it?
Bot fly, do you think?
That looks like gout.
You could have a seizure, go psychotic.
- Ahh. - Oh! Jesus!
Black abscessed tongue.
All abscesses should be drained, period.
What are you doing?
Holy shit.
See this?
- And this over here... - Advanced rot?
is a deep impact wound with several virals
in loving memory.
Oh. Hey!
if you blink or brake or swerve-
Send it flying away from you.
It's just a clear case of you or him.
Oh, fuck!
Cherry?
possible spinal trauma...
one severed limb.
Where's the leg?
Okay! Fuck!
Suit yourself.
Not with your history.
And here you're saying in front of everybody
And that you shot at 'em with a gun
And that now they're gone?
What if I find the leg?
But, hell...
Oh, yeah. Big contest comin' up.
Yeah.
You're from Dinky's, ain't ya?
Well, you tell that sumbitch,
Doctor Block!
Yeah, what do you say now, Doc?
Okay. Gotcha, gotcha.
Well, me, too.
Well, she's not too good.
Thanks for askin'.
Pack a day for 40 years.
That's probably good.
See y'all.
And then we'll move up
Okay.
Looks like a no-brainer.
Scooped clean out of her skull.
Don't tell me. Uh... liquefactive necrosis.
You think?
Oh...
No.
I thought you stopped seeing each other.
But you've written each other.
Show it to me.
No, please.
I'm the mother of your son.
Get out there and book him,
Carlos, go get him.