Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't leave him alone.

This could be the conquest of our generation.

I found something. Let's not forget that.

We're all responsible for this.

Take me down with nitrous, sodium pentathol and a refrigerated blanket.

Ah, Jesus. All right. Hold on a minute.

Hey, you guys were all so eager to jump on my coattails.

No one is going for four minutes.

Did you find it difficult at the end, getting back?

Want to know how I knew he was here?

I don't know how to explain it, but it lifted--

and then into this tunnel...

I didn't want to hurt you again.

YOU ASS-LICKING SON OF A BITCH

- Get it, babe. - You got it.

Or maybe we were just fucked in the head.

Fuck the rest of you!

There are others here who would like to make a name for themselves off this.

- But without me-- - Or me--

Well, welcome aboard.

You be all right alone? Are you sure?

Talk some sense into these people.

Or perhaps it was because we lived life so well...

- Shut that off. This is personal. - Go ahead, Joe.

Clear. Come on, Dave.

I still might. But, Joe, 4:25 is crazy.

- No money. Probably a street abortion. - It's probably her uterine artery.

The bed. Thank God he called a specialist.

- But this is ours. - We did have disco.

Sometimes we just have to let go.

Shit-face. Rat-turd. Ass-licking son of a bitch.

I could hear it in his voice on the phone.

overwhelming the powers that be with the force of our passion for science.

Try to get some rest.

It's worth a shot. You coming?

Come here, boy. Come on. Champ!

Would you miss him, Rachel?

that we imagined ourselves immortal...

Dr.Manus, will you handle the injections?

Don't let go of the rope.

Can I drive you home?

All that day, I knew something was going to happen.

ASS-LICKING SON OF A BITCH

Even fainter, I can hear a dragging sound.

He's dead and he gets laid.

Come on. 2:15. 2:16. 2:17.

Trick or treat!

It never dawned on me.

How can you make amends with somebody who's dead?

Why did I expect that after you got engaged you might grow up?

Why'd you do this to me, Joe?

- Nothing. - Go again.

Nice work. Keep it up.