Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guys, calm down.
(BOTH SCREAM)
and we're gonna choose a frequency.
Relax. Don't fight it.
regroup.
I'm sorry.
(LET ME LIVE BY KEHLANI PLAYING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
MEG: No, don't leave!
What did you just say?
Now that's enough, Charles Wallace!
(PANTS)
- Do you want me to call 911? - (BELL JINGLES)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
Well, it doesn't, does it?
but somehow still just as connected.
(MEG WHIMPERING)
That faculty member
Somewhere in that direction.
CHARLES WALLACE: No time to waste, Meg.
Dad.
But aberrations are far more interesting.
We're your only option,
A desperate one.
He's not gone.
You know this...
(FLOWERS CHATTERING)
♪ They come to see the fire burning
See what it's doing?
- (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Okay.
MEG: Doesn't mean you have to answer.
but I'll love you anyway!
there's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Hey, man.
Two electrons once bonded together,
♪ Child of mine
MRS. WHICH: We can barely tesser ourselves.
It's just a physics thing.
You brought him right to us.
The IT's reach spreads far beyond.
It's not fair.
(SCOFFS) What?
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
just exactly the way you are?
We were in your backyard and now...
It's good to finally have you here.
Not gone...
♪ Like my love
No, no, no. I cannot leave here without my father.
He's a fearless little guy.
She's fine.
(LAUGHS) Really?
Let's go!
Excuse me.
You'd be surprised.
No, Mrs. Whatsit.
I absolutely do not understand that girl whatsoever.
Well, the fact that you asked is exactly why we need it.
but he's really hiding out in Tijuana.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
It's all sand!
in the universe.
over a billion years old, you don't really need labels.
Are you okay, are you hurt at all?
What's wrong, little guy?
Why do you know to say my name? Why do you know to say my name?
You hit her in the face.
You made the right decision to join us.
the importance of balance...
You can do this. Okay?
are beautiful.
To you I give the gift of your faults.
CHARLES WALLACE: She's still adjusting.
You must really miss him.
Charles Wallace, we don't talk to teachers like that!
How long have I been gone?
MRS. WHATSIT: Oh, I highly doubt that.
(MEG GROANS)
Thank you. You look pretty okay as well.
Let's find your father.
He was just here!
Dad.
But he may be in danger.
Because if this is the best you can do, it's pathetic!
You can't be here. How did you get here?
I don't know.
Don't give up hope, Meglet.
MR. MURRY: And we don't need rockets.
CHARLES WALLACE: Have I ever been wrong?