Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tuesday.
X-2, Chase One. Do you have a problem? Over.
This is gibberish. Very creative gibberish.
Created by a subatomic agitation of carbon quarks...
seven, six,
Are you serious? Dead serious. No pun intended.
65,000.
Where the hell were you?
they could have him around for another 30 or 40 years. I can't fly!
In other words, I could be bouncing around in time forever?
with a wife called Peg and one and two-thirds children.
It didn't take long to find out why.
When I woke up this morning, couldn't remember how to fly.
Brings back so many old memories.
even if I never... I never told him.
I never bought into that "good deed, put time right" bull. Not really.
That's called death. I never said it would be easy.
That was before I thought it out.
The hell with the game! It's your last one in organized ball.
- Well, that's a typo. He means 1923. - Keep reading.
Shut 'em down.!
Evidently.
I can't remember.
Yeah, yeah. Well, I gotta mount up.
Yeah? Yeah? You're gonna fly to center.
Relax. I can. Al?
and you're experiencing technical difficulties?
The reason I'm acting different is because I am different.
Of course, you don't have to be around for all of that.
He'll go on living forward from where he's at now.
I want to watch the game. Will you follow me?
Sir?
Now, we've got a plane standing by...
You guys are all alike. Losing your plane's worse than losing your wife.
it's you.
Look, we've got all night, okay?
Fox steps back into the box. He digs in.
That's the morning report on KHOl.
My father and your father are related.
Behind 0 and 2 in the count, he looks determined not to let another pitch go by.
It wasn't just a ball game. It was a play-off game.
Get her instantly drunk,
Bad enough I have to give Dick-and-Jane explanations to the president.
Yes, sir.
Your best shot is freezing the brain until all electrical activity has ceased.
There's a yellow rose in Texas
Okay.
That's your safest option. And Tom Stratton?
There. How's that? Why-Why isn't it here?
This is a most interesting development. Thank you, gentlemen.
We did it.
Captain, the only reason I'm not kicking you from here to the flight line...
I'll figure it out in the morning when I milk the cows.
I wake up in '56 with a memory like Swiss cheese,
You get a fire warning light, Tony, I recommend you punch out.
It's your only tux, and you're late for your wedding.
Hey, wait a minute. Listen to this.
Yeah, that's it. Uh, Oakdell...
Level at 70,000. Mach 2.4.
I knew how it was gonna end when I took Brenda into the filing room.
Unless your blood pressure keeps elevating.
- What do you mean your name's not Tom? - Daddy, Captain Birdell's on the phone.
That's sad, pal, very sad.
Wow.!
- He can't leap. We're not ready. - Tell Sam that!
The heat is boiling the fuel. Shut 'em down, Sam. Shut 'em down!
Allow me to introduce myself.
That's to be expected. To us, Tom looks just like you.
You tell me how to fade in agitated carbon quarks, and I'll make the Scientific Journal.
Oh?
Long distance.
What do you call it? The one with the cute little signs on the highway.
Bird Dog, Tom, can you read me? Over.
Okay.
Not that I had a choice.
Or remember the experiment. What experiment?