Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mea culpa, Doc.

You were in her shoes. I mean, this stuff changes you.

I hope you're well-rested, Jason.

As many as we've got.

- Who? - The feds! The feds!

You just have to keep looking.

The Zero Matter.

Why don't we just take it from her and be done with it?

What are you telling me, Hank?

Can't open a rift to another world in the middle of downtown.

Are you trying to convince me

- That stings. - You'll heal.

The x-ray projectors are set.

Let's get her to the car.

Jarvis, Dr. Wilkes, and I will man the gamma cannon.

That should slow her down a little.

that I am not working for Tommy Fontana!

and then I'll be happy to take you wherever you need to go.

The most beautiful muscle there is.

How do you feel?

How long have you been working for Little Tommy Fontana?

And far stronger than I could ever be.

- Sorry, what? - As your supervisor...

I'll just get Mrs. Jarvis settled,

Oh, that won't be necessary.

Hey, look at that. Your face is fixed.

Wait, wait, wait. Just a couple of more minutes.

She's holed up in her room, she doesn't eat,

- And now you run around with Tommy's crew?! - No.

Now I'm gonna ask you a question,

on the right-hand side of the base.

Technologically speaking,

Uh, actually, I was gonna say you messed up.

Normally, my Whitney is a very thoughtful, loving person.

Is there nothing we can do?

What are you talking about?

Sure, but this is different, okay?

I can construct projectors that would throw x-rays at the rift,

I knew Jack was up to something.

Yes, this man kidnapped me.

and then they steal it themselves.

Work quickly. I doubt Mr. Manfredi can fool her for long.

I see a gun, this guy sees Heaven.

Did threaten to shoot you.

There was a time when that was true.

Whitney and I were the carriers.

and I hate to be a naysayer, but...

we are standing before an incomprehensible rip

and... one pickled-herring salad.

Could you just... do the thing?

Just give everybody the day off.

I don't speak megalomaniac.