Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kick her in the guts
-Catch the wind. -We got to see Tomorrow-morrow Land!
And third, it's to the death.
Where are you going?
They counted twenty, and that were them. The great leaving.
The little one is called Master. He's the brains.
Then it's your choice. Thunderdome.
two elise enter one elise leaves
Hold it!
I see, real civilized.
O˘ allez-vous?
Sayonara, sucker!
Home! Tomorrow-morrow Land!
Now listen good!
And it finishes here.
No, little man.
No energy, no town!
There ain't gonna be no leavings. All that's just jerking time.
Today it's necessary to kill a man. What do you say?
We got the wind up our arse, Captain. Let's go!
It's civilization.
Sorry. The brothel's full.
Fly, Walker!
I need no intro...but ..since you insisted.
What did you do before this?
It's him, Captain! It's the little guy!
It's got to be!
Aunty! Aunty!
Listen to the law!
For God's sake, what now?
All our lives hang by a thread.
10 cons enter the cage…
16 straps enter 4 straps leave
Prepare!
Second, it's a fair fight.
...all run by a high-powered gas called methane.
Now we've got a man waiting for sentence.
There were places like these. Cities.
Thunderdome's simple. Get to the weapons, use them anyway you can.