Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Rafe] Hey. Hey, Dad. Hey, come on. You're okay.
There's no going back.
[thunder rumbling]
Wow.
Why did you park so far?
- You lost my load. Time to pay up! - [car door closes]
- Thought you'd want to know. - Wondered when that was going down.
[Ward panting]
You got somewhere else to be?
♪ Listen, listen, all around ♪
Rafe, he's got a knife!
No. No. No. No.
just that, uh... [hesitates] ...Marley didn't make it?
[plane door closes]
[Heyward] Pope, you've always known your own mind. I appreciate that.
I'm gonna be there. I'll meet you at the airstrip in an hour?
About me and my friends,
- What could happen, Rafe? - What could happen?
in a dumpster out back your house? You're living high off the hog, bro.
and then all that's left is a single track through the jungle.
- [girl snoring] - [panting]
[chuckles] I'm sure you will.
[Ward and Sarah grunt]
A tinderbox.
Like a main lodge? Right down there?
[Pope] Could've been a faulty electrical wire.
You gotta look out for yourself, right? No one else is going to.
You just confirmed my diagnosis.
but... there is no way in hell
A Siamese mix, and, um, yeah, it was really sudden.
Can you come out here?
Thank you so much. All right. Y'all have a good day.
- No. Nothing. - We have to go. We don't have eight hours.
[thunder rumbling]
Many say it's cursed, you know.
John B Routledge? [chuckles] On the Camerons' jet?
[panting] He stays on this island, he gets arrested.
You're not gonna shoot me, are you?
No other freaking option, you know.
and get this, he says he saw Ward Cameron.
- Just stay in the Matrix, okay? I repeat-- - [tire exploding]
[exhales]
No!
- Son of a bitch. - Yo, what's going on?
♪ To be christened as... ♪
♪ To be christened as ♪
[woman] We know you're grieving and feel you're best supported by your peers.
Here he comes. Dude, come on!
- How did... How? - I know. Okay, yeah.
That's just the tip of the iceberg.
- We gotta go. - With them?
[JJ] Ricky, screw your chickens!
Dad, hey! Get back on the plane.
[Barracuda] Come on, let's get the hell out of here. Go, go, go!
["Midnight Wine" by Shannon & The Clams plays]
Get off me! [grunts]
Ma'am.
Hey, where's, uh... where's Kie?
[clears throat]