Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no, Gus, not at all.

A precious lock of Michael J. Fox's hair.

Hey, while you're still here, can I ask you a couple questions about my future?

Well, I don't want to disturb the cute family of raccoons that live inside.

By my time, this young man will be whiter than my underpants.

Now you're nothing but a pathetic, alcoholic laughingstock.

Why do you think they call it dope?

I was getting a little greedy there, wasn't I?

Captain, get the hell out of this house!

If you don't evacuate right now on the goodly captain over there, your future will be thus.

I don't know what kind of hell demon you are, buddy, but I'd whiz on Mother Teresa to avoid that fate.

Think about direction, wonder why you have it now.

This decade is bad enough without having to watch you wallow in its idiocy every second.

I now realize that you really do miss the life of a peace officer, don't you?

Changing the past is harder than I thought.

And they're real big bugs, too.

We became lovers.