Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you can drown in either, Lila.
-and you're the one acting like a maniac. -Maniac?
You survived a family of seven.
What's wrong, baby?
-Now... -Where were we?
Oh... shit.
-[grunting] -[energy crackling]
It's shrinking!
You don't get to ask for more than that.
That doesn't mean you can't.
And right now, our siblings are risking everything out there
♪ Here is me lookin' at you ♪
Now give it to me!
I did right by you!
♪ A-dancin' with myself ♪
Is that why you're crying in my office while he's out roaming free,
-Shoot him! -No, Luther, shoot him.
-I don't have time for this. -Please.
the vice president, and Mrs. Lyndon Johnson
Darling, blood is thicker than water, but...
[Lila] I'm not failing.
So you should just let me go.
-[wind howling] -[instrumental music swells]
[Handler] Tell Lila what you told me.
[whispers] Look. The briefcase.
♪ A-in the crowded, lonely ni-ight ♪
Of course I will.
[electricity sizzling]
See? What's your plan now, bucko?
Let me handle it my way.
-Are you okay? -[Allison] Vanya.
[grunts, shouts]
Ben, what's happening to you?
That's... so... vivid.
No, don't. You won't be able to get there in time.
Oh, you know boys.
Little one...
-Were you followed? -Of course not.