Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[somber music]
- What? Where? - Really?!
[groans] Ekari zim.
- Not if you're dead. - [chuckling] Well, you say that...
All right! Enough fun. Now back to business.
[music]
You thought the Dutch Masters were just a kind of cigar.
- What? A ruse? - Oh, come on.
Your fat white ass is pioneer jerky.
Look, there's boot prints coming up out of the quicksand.
Teko besta.
- What? - What?! [clears throat]
What the hell is the matter with you people?
- I just wanted you to die happy. - Ha!
[distant laughter]
- Wait, you speak their language? - Uh, yeah, I should hope so.
And I don't know how much time they have left.
- Yeah, not cool. - What?
But I'll bet you dollars to donuts, they've already escaped,
- None of... - We're searching for a sacred idol.
- Pff. - Do not "pff" me, woman!
Mon dieu, can it be Les cannibales?