Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jim! Alexei! They got Alexei, Jim!

- "Boyfriends." - No! No, no, not boyfriends either.

[sighs] You know, they do say it makes you crazy.

- [Doc] I sent him... into the future! - [Dustin sighs]

Yes, yes, he's a brute. I know.

[ominous music playing]

[intense synth music playing]

- Couldn't understand what you were saying. - Goddamn low battery.

You're gonna have an awesome scar.

- All right, my turn. - Okay.

- Hey! You look like you're surfing! - Surfing! Yeah!

[distorted radio chatter]

- She does not sound like that. - She sounds exactly...

What do you think?

Shit. Guess we'll have to go to plan B.

either quit your bickering, or pull over,

You keep doubting me!

[Murray laughs heartily]

That's what he says.

I taste it! I taste it!

But enough of me blabbering.

I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me.

- No, it's not. - [yells] Yes, it is.

Yeah, there is. Our military.

[barker] You, sir!

[garbled radio audio]

Thank you. Here you go. [chuckles]

[carnival music playing]

No, first, we need to stop the bleeding,

it's somebody that I... didn't even talk to in school.

[pull-tab clicks loudly]

[Ted] Holy smokes!

There is a reason this warning label says "18 or older."

in a really long time.

I feel like, this summer, I have laughed harder

Maybe he's drugged.

You hear me? Stay put!

Woo! Here we go!

["The Washington Post March" playing]

[monstrous screeching]

It's Woody Woodpecker!

[in Russian] What was that?

[Eleven grunts, groans]

bagel crumbs all over the floor.

[Karen sighs deeply]

- [kids straining] - [creature roars]

[carnival music playing]

[crowd cheering]

[rapid carnival music playing]

- C'mon, catch up. - That's El?

What I wanna say is...

- Who's El? - I'm sorry, who are you?

[indistinct chatter]