Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm honored.
Listen, I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to creep into your house.
[Viktor] Harlan?
I'd be talking to a man well into his sixties.
Okay. What-- [scoffs] What are you saying?
[door slides shut]
[Viktor groaning]
[eerie music building]
-I won't let you hurt them. -Won't let me?
So, I'll take every second of whatever version of you we've got.
[sighs]
[glass shatters]
not obliterate somebody's child!
[Sloane] I told you!
-[tentacle tightening] -[Jayme gasps]
-[Ben groans] -[Jayme snarls]
and you act like him, only--
And your bed squeaks.
Ah, so desperate it is.
Nope. Not at all.
Okay.
It was you.
Like the flower?
somewhere.
-[Harlan and Viktor screaming] -[grunts]
It's okay. I know why you don't like me.
[both screaming]
[dramatic instrumental music playing]
[yells]
Can you hear it?
[energy resonates]
Sit.
I just came back.
But then it was also like a perfume commercial.
[Diego] Oh shit.
Our father never let us play on them because he said they were juvenile.
I didn't want--
-Time to go home to Mommy, li'l guy. -[door opens, shuts]
Sit. Come, tell me everything!
Just because something is right in front of you
[solemn string music playing]
Unbel--
You got what you wanted.
[Klaus giggles] Okay.
[chopper engine revving]
-You know about the White Buffalo Suite. -That's where I died!
From another timeline.
I may look like him, act like him, but I did not raise you.
For all I know, Ben and Fei can jump up from behind that couch