Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The president is very grateful for your time here.
It's not that simple. McComb has made some changes.
Why is everyone so nervous?
...based on estimated costs from now to Election Day, and it's a big number.
That's the biggest landslide since Nixon back in '72.
I can tell you who...
Sure is a handsome devil, isn't he?
The funny thing is, the good doctor actually did it.
Let her go.
- Lousy night to be out. - Don't hurt her.
That's very good, George.
Fifty thousand volts, motherfucker. Have a nice day.
Say something. Come on. Say something.
...and may be forced to withdraw from the race.
Agent Walker has already cost me that. I'm gonna have a little chat with him.
- We have to talk. - In a minute.
It's just that things are different now.
What do you think about?
- Yes. - No.
- Does the defendant have any statement? - Tell her.
Max? Max, what happened?
Doctor Bryan, report to Obstetrics. Dr. Bryan, report to Obstetrics.
That way, nobody in the agency ever talked to him or even knew him.
dé·jà vu /ˌdāZHä ˈvo͞o/ noun a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. "a feeling of déjà vu" tedious familiarity.
A man named Atwood. Ring a bell?
- Don't act like you're out of your head. - Got a blank spot.
Move back.
Yeah, I've been doing that since I'm 2. Does that strike you as abnormal?
Shut it down, now.
And will you do me a favor? Will you lay off the fucking candy bars?
See? Very nice.
You've got some more inside.
Poor bastard. Tomorrow might have been a brighter day.
Get up there! Get the module.
- He's running for president. I'm voting early. -It's good seeing you again, Jack.
There's never enough time.
What the...?
Stay and meet with him. Don't tell him anything, please.
Who sent you?
Ah. Young Senator McComb. Why not?
Then no one can stop him from going back.
And by the way, you do look like the Vollmer twins.
Help.
I think you got yourselves a shipment of gold in that wagon...
Sector 17, Sector 19, report for duty in five minutes.
I'd like that gold now.