Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

they take the summers off?
How you doing?
Run!
- Just "Conrad." I'm decommissioned. - Mmm-hmm.
helping us to map the subsurface of the island.
Colonel Packard! There's a phone call for you.
My agency is known as Monarch.
Pennsylvania steel.
Fox Five, let me know when you close.
We'll fly in over the south shore and then strategically drop seismic charges
If we follow this river,
Lieutenant Hank Marlow of the 45th.
Man, not even close.
Please! You need to listen to us!
but the devils live below us.
- Weaver. - Yeah, it's Jerry.
in ballistic missile work.
Holy shit! Look at that thing! I'm freaking out here!
Do you even have a bed, Cole?
Wait a second. You got someone out there?
Don't do it.
whose father gave him wings made of wax
Put it down, sir.
We have lives. I have a life.
You ain't gotta twist my arm.
What's the old man getting us into, Cole?
We're going down!
Hang on.
What happens when they show up on your doorstep?
There's water close by.
Let's do this!
Dear Billy...
allowing it to remain hidden from the outside world.
Ants.
You don't strike me as a war photographer.
Can I help you?
to better help us understand the density of the earth.
What the hell, man?
Just gotta think it through.
Al, you're looking well.
Where's Randa?
- No, no! - Mills!
Cole, what's wrong with you?
Is that really all your brain telling itself right now?
Marlow, a little help here!
- I'm talking? - Yes.
Look at that.
'Cause it sounds neat.
and his old Zero.
but I know what I saw.
Nobody believed me.
Here, no. Let me help.
This is a satellite photo
As our satellites show,
"Kong Is God On This Island."
Quiet.
These people live up on top of the trees while we're down on the roots.
Those bombs woke up a bunch of them.
Slivko, hang on!
You be strong, now.
This is my colleague Steve Woodward, our data wrangler.
You came here looking for a tracker.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
"To tame the savageness of man
Cole, we don't got time for that, man. Put the cigarette out.
Put that detonator down.
Arm two.
So, tell me, did I get it?
An emergence point for whatever lives below.
This is only a map survey.
Word will get out.
Doesn't he miss his bed? I miss my bed!
They're all down. Every one of them.
Mmm. I'm trying to take a long-exposure photograph,
How many letters did you end up writing her?
Skull Island.
Chapman, hold your position.
Roger that, Chapman. West highest mountain peak.
We're gonna get him home, sir.
Best of luck with that, soldier.
- Cole! - Cole! Cole!
Good. Glad to hear it. I was worried about you.
I appreciate your passion, Randa,
Eating’s for the living
All right.
'Cause it sounds neat
At least not on foot.
Their flare was only two klicks north.