Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe some psychic scarring, yes, but physically I'm--

Nothing. I got you.

Yeah, it's Algonquin for "blood sport"?

Were you gonna say "lousy with them"? I was, but then I realized that's, uh--

Well, Rip, why don't we just look around for some fuel in this cell...

We lure Bucky down here and take him hostage.

Exactly, and if we get to the radio--

LANA: You're kidding.

Heh. Yeah, about that-- Noah, not now. And two...

Yeah, they got old Ray this time. BUCKY: Unh! Unh! Unh!

Because you'd be dead. Houdini's dead?

MALORY: Oh. Hello?

Pirates, line two. MALORY: Wha--? Well, put them through.

Four, idiot. So get your things, we're leaving.

Of course. I mean, I know we fight a lot, but...

Well, no, Miss Gillette's on her own. Still...

Because we're in a dungeon.