Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Set up this little tea thing for you.

I mean, some women prefer shorter men who haven't been on the moon.

- No way he can handle the Moutai. - Mm.

Well, I hope you're right.

Eat rice. Your stomach becomes the phone.

- [Mark] Hmm. - But Erin is a very special young lady,

And if your mother comes up,

There's, like, a thousand memes of her. She's "Drummer Moon Girl," dude.

No, no, no, no, no, no. That's not gonna work.

And she hardly ever says anything.

How would you know about that?

We certainly weren't expecting authentic Chinese food in Wild Horse.

Perhaps. Later.

We are not going to take the short end of this deal, General.

[softly] Mayday! Mayday! Extract the asset.

Good-looking guy too.

The woman from the cafeteria.

Well, don't I have egg on my face?

For the next generation. For Jing, for Erin.

Thank you, General Gregory.

My mom is in prison.

It's gorgeous. It's got two strings. It's made out of python skin.

The space race is the new cold war.

Should talk about how you're gonna drink the tea.

We don't need to talk about that.

General, to be safe, you should coat your tongue with cod liver oil.

- Hey. - Hey, hon.

you want a better life for your daughter.

Perhaps the second- or third-best cigar in the world.

I'm really... [exhales]