Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will be home soon.
Goodnight Keely
The good news is a virus can be cured.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey. - What?
It's a trap! I need to warn them. It's a trap!
Everywhere.
No, no, no, no, no. Like a... Like a sexual electricity.
Who the hell were you talking to?
That's it! We're done!
It's pretty impressive, isn't it?
- You know we can't do that. - I need to talk to...
No. No, he has been telling you over and over that something's wrong,
So, how'd I do?
Our best guess right now is it's some kind of virus
Okay?
I need to get through! It's a trap!
See, when two married people don't love each other anymore...
What are you doing here?
I'm just sorry.
It's too late.
- Isn't that what you said? - Yeah.
- Or you. - Yeah.
- When it's damp... - Damp.
Steve? Steve, what are you doing?
there's the tormillion. there's the geehstery.
But if I were you,
Will.
Oops! Posts, everyone! 4, 3, 2, 1! FIRE!
he escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon.
Do you know... Do you know who I am?
He's insane.
Uh, just a little jitters, I guess.
There it is, ladies and germs, the second lie of the evening.
Oh. Steve. We like Steve.