Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[dramatic music playing]
The CIA broke his damn brain.
You're a fucking psycho.
[Reagan] Gigi, change of plans. We need Melvin back.
While you're up there, find my sunglasses I left behind.
[grunts]
Jesus, they're still making these?
[dramatic music plays]
That's right, Jimmy. And please, call me Melvin.
Oh, thanks.
[hip-hop music playing]
He's trying to pull the moon out of Earth's orbit.
-[inspirational music plays] -Uh-huh.
[both] Screw you, asshole.
So, are you gonna tell Buzz?
Don't moon-tion it.
[chuckling] Reagan, you are a gas.
Fuck! We finally met our match,
The signal's getting stronger. Keep an eye out for beads and lava lamps.
How could you not tell me that my real father is Buzz Aldrin?
who created a free-love commune and refused to return home.
Pick it up.
Tomorrow, you're gonna show up at Cognito,
Son of a bitch.
[screams, grunts]
This means war. [clears throat]
-And I'll replant the American flag. -[triumphant music plays]
Stand down, Melvin.
-[phone vibrating] -[yelps]
No, I got a better one.
[Moontopians] Your Highness.
[gasps] My sunglasses! [grunts]
Didn't want you getting too much of her judginess.
Dagnabbit. That SOS we sent you
See, what you do is you take a regular word and put "moon" in it,
-[air swooshing] -[dog barking]
You're free to roam. Just stay away from the dark side.
just to prove you're my daughter.
I can never find an inroad with that guy.