Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

how could he possibly kill his grandfather?

Yeah, and look how well that worked out for me.

-Damn pills. -I can help you with that.

Ever made a pipe bomb? 'Cause I have.

Brother… [makes croaking noise]

[narrator] Which made certain that Elmer himself was never born.

What, you think this grandfather thing ate Marcus?

[crickets chirping]

Marcus is gone, and maybe we're partially responsible.

The hell are you doing? I told you not to be here.

[woman in audience] Bravo!

Oh, yeah, super glad to be here.

[emotional string music playing]

I hate you so much!

-[typewriter clacking] -[narrator] Paradox Protocols.

You know? I mean, make a formal gesture? Welcome him as brothers.

[indistinct chatter]

-Does she need a checkup? -Focus, Fei.

[buzzer sounds]

Molotov this, bitches!

Yes, God is in the basement,

'Cause it's obviously Dad, all right? He knew where we were born.

Well, no, not all of them, just… half of them.

[energy pulsing faintly]

-Now, Chris. -[piercing feedback whining]

Oh, it's Murder City, buddy.

Two days ago, with our new visitors.

-♪ How the music can free her ♪ -[whistles]

What happened to you?

[narrator] Don't be an Elmer!

Either you take care of Paco, or you stay the hell away from him.

-[Grace] ♪ …oria ♪ -[Klaus gasps]

Over there with my knickers. Toss them to me, will you?

-This is a mixtape for the enemy? -Hey.

[Luther sings along] ♪ Or the highlights in your hair ♪

Oh, I hate that smile.

I have bigger concerns than you.

I'm gonna be on you like white on rice. Sneeze, I'll be there with a handkerchief.

[Diego] Come here.

Like the old days, huh? You know, bustin' heads?