Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He said it was urgent. Number is 555...
- I'll take it. - Okay.
All right.
Thank you.
Some sort of narco-hallucinogenic highball.
Thank you.
You guys wouldn't happen to have a cigarette on you, would you?
What?
Let me work on it.
- Did you guys know Helen? - Yeah...
My eyes bleed green.
It is now 6 a.m. On Sunday morning as we end our broadcast night...
After what he told you he thought about being zapped?
I'm not drawing.
What are you drawing?
...until the end.
...I haven't touched any alcohol...
...but it'd make me feel a lot better.
You, move! We're backing out. Now!
No, I'm serious.
That's okay, the car's taken care of.
James March Wrightwood.
... and they've got me. That's when they make me do evil things.
...and dropped where we found her.
Pushover.
"R" is for "reverse"?
- So it has to be the same guy, right? - Yeah.
- Look, cap... - You look!
Hello there, fellow person. Nice human being, are you calling us?
For the acid bath?
Karen!
...but he doesn't have an address. - That's terrific.
- What were you doing in there? - I just wanna get my car fixed!
Maybe you ought to go around them by talking to some of their colleagues.
Takes a lot of skill. I never carried a piece in my whole life.
Your Spanish stinks. Over.
That's really rather abusive.
Cosmic rays.
No! No!
Because we gave him the Wisconsin Multifacet Index Test...
Now, look, don't get the wrong idea.