Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right. Well...
A tripod cannot stand on two legs.
[crying continues]
Mmm.
What a lovely compliment.
Right. But we have backpacks now.
What if one day that is we?
Fifty dollars?
but worlds coming to life on television?
As I read it, I found myself inspired to type up a few suggestions for you.
[song continues]
Sorry. C.W.
- We're drinking this. - Yes.
But these stories can't simply be... this!
[indistinct]
I didn't give it to him. Okay? [sighs]
You know what? Doesn't matter.
He asked me my name and what I did.
There's something different on every page.
You see what I mean?
- We have to celebrate. - Yes, please. Tonight.
[elevator bell dings]
[exhales]
Next month, he's publishing "Transistor Moon."
And it's not fondue.
[sighs]
What do you mean?
It read exactly like Asimov.
[knocking on glass] [music stops]
- Hey. Hold on a second. - No.
Well, great. I'll just take both of them in.
You shared an elevator with Isaac Asimov?
Be patient with yourself. You will see it.
I'll just save the seeds.
Well, just generally speaking, uh, Sol says keep refining.
[A.E. sighs]
Wonderful.