Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want you to look into the future and tell me what you see.
FUCK THIS MOVIE. ITS PLANES BUT WORST FUCK YOU MCU IS BETTER
Who's Howard?
"They know I'm a phony. They know I'm a yo-yo."
Police brutality!
He was pre-activating the laser spectra-scope.
Howard?
I'll give you a hint, doll. What's white, ovoid...
- Good. - Howard!
- Poor girl. - Listen... Dr. J.!
No, I didn't mean that you...
- Yeah. - Sir.
I'm gonna find your ass a job.
He begins to develop. Beverly?
I'll quack-foo him!
How about hitting my living room? Talk about an invasion of privacy.
Thank you, Dr. Jenning.
Go!
There was this big guy and this girl and this little kid.
Oh, no! White line, wrong way.
Did you lose something?
Only two things touch my feathers, this "Oil of Night Fowl" and him.
Jimmy, do you like see what I see?
Leave him alone! He was just in an industrial accident.
Anyway, Howard, I was talking to some astrolo-physicists.
Come on, let's watch David Letterman.
Philsey, you saved my life!
- What kind of... - Listen, it doesn't matter.
No!
What are you doing here tonight? You got no ID.
We'll be home all weekend. Bye.
Good boy, stay back! Stay back. Oh, boy!
- It's coming! - It's coming! I was just resting.
- He must have ate the chili. - Release the small water fowl!
I wanna know what they're doing with Howard...
- ... we say kill! - Now, wait a minute.
I'm just kidding, big guy.
Book him, ducko!
- The brake! Push, Beverly, push! - I'm trying!
If I had someplace to go, I certainly wouldn't be in Cleveland.
- Yeah? Doing what? - Advertising copywriter.
I've been working on the mystery of your arrival.
- I'll put you in a bowl. - What?
Go, Howard, go!
So long fucker!
- Some cosmic cause. - Are you nuts?
Tonight the laser beam hit the Nexus of Sominus.
Says every Chicago Cubs fan...
No handle...
Yuck!
- Do you wish to active the laser? - Yes.
- I didn't know where else to go for help. - Inside, Blumburtt.
- Going somewhere? - Yeah, without you!
Slow down!
Listen... You got someplace to go?
Is it still working, Jenning? Jenning!
- Now, on the night of September 18th. - That's the night Howard landed.
It's my fault I gotta shoplift at the little tyke section of goodwill?
Cleve Land?
I heard something about that on the news.
Yeah? What if I don't?
That's me!
Dr. Jenning, I repeat:
- I'm on top of it! - Good.
I gotta get back.
It was just a routine procedure meant to measure...
He won't even give us the money he owes us.
It's in there! It's a... it's...
Be gentle.
...is Howard's world. Picture it in your mind.
- The others? - Now he's got a whole gang.
Philsey!
We had an appointment. We got here as fast as we could.
or me quest and quest jealous
Well, he and Ronette have sort of got back together.
It won't start!
Turn me into a Dark Overlord. I'll still spit in your wormy face!
Plastic surgeon, making big bucks, doing big jobs, tail tucks.