Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd say it's time that we solved this problem...

-He doesn't have to die. -No, no, Diego--

we've got one Five too many,

-and not the way you like it! -That's my cue.

Do you remember me?

[man on radio] The crowd yells.

Probably a Communist, who you hit with your car.

[laughs softly] Yeah, right. That's ridiculous.

♪ With myself... ♪ [song fades out]

shaking hands with the crowd.

we'll tell the world who you really are.

-Or I'll give you something to stare at. -He's just a little guy.

[man on radio] ...are Governor and Mrs. Connally.

My parents didn't die in a robbery.

You aren't gonna take my son from me.

-[splutters, grunts] -All right, sweaty gerbil man.

I think the best thing I can do for you right now

...or I'm gonna beat you,

And they are being greeted by placards

[men chuckling]

[softly] Flatulence. Stage four.

-[wind continues howling] -[Diego grunts]

Because I'm him, and that is exactly what I would do

What do you mean?

No matter what your mama says.

I know your feeble mind only responds to age and authority,

[instrumental music swelling]

and the Hitler Youth had a baby.

♪ A light I'll never need ♪

Tell me where Diego went

Don't be too sure of that, Reg.

I knew that didn't look right.

A thank-you for preserving

-That's messed up, Vanya. -[soft energy pulse]