Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

down, forward, low punch!

needed the most, or wanted, I guess.

- Whew. Yeah. - (Ellie chuckles)

- ♪ Before it's earned, our money's all been spent ♪ - (both laughing)

(light guitar music playing)

- I gotcha. - Bunny: Your photos are almost done.

We're almost there.

Because I wanted to see you.

Oh, you fucking piece of shit. Come on.

- Riley: Ready? - (deep voice) Round one. Fight.

- Go! Go! Go! - (roars)

Okay, that was pretty cool.

- Voice (in game): Mileena. - Mileena. Woo-hoo.

But we don't quit.

- Do you trust me? - With my life, apparently.

I thought it would work better.

Have you done this before?

You would never let them?

Goddamn it, I wanna punch you so bad.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I care because no matter what anyone out there says or thinks...

- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just tripped.

- This isn't easy, Ellie. - It actually is.

Open your eyes.

(melancholy music playing)

I think... that you don't know everything.

Nothing. I was just trying to imagine you wearing that.

- Bunny: Time's up. Thanks for all your cool poses. - Okay, yeah.

They're sending me to a post in the Atlanta QZ.

and I'll miss you.

{\an8}You go. You go. You go north.