Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cool!
It was a judgment call.
Uh, a relative.
I didn't talk to the captain because I was half blotto, and I didn't want to hurt my case with slurred speech.
You'd have to be St.
Oh, but no, the left blinker is out.
No, some nosy passerby shot it.
That's insane.
Wow, this is so cool.
I forget.
And for that, there's only one way to thank you, Sergeant Borden.
What are you, some kind of star man or something?
You were somebody back then.
Hey, hey, hey, watch it, you Neanderthal.
Not quite it.
Uh, could you go over it one more time, you know, for old time's sake?
All's well that ends wet.
Once again, I have to brave the icy clutches of traveling through time in order to save my dearly departed friend's electrocuted butt.
My favorite movie star looks so serene there, beating in the skull of that old lady.
There's always the time tunnel.
Not quite it.
What?
Well, here we are, Gus, a couple of wild and crazy guys getting small together, huh?