Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We won't go!
No one more second.
For who?
What's this doing here?
Big Rahim owns the Hotel Atlantique...
It was under the bed.
I must speak to the Colonel.
Don't talk to me.
Drop your weapon.
Turn left! Turn left!
They were just trying to keep you happy...
He's coming. He's come. See?
they go backward.
Stand up.
"Peripatio" means "walking"...
Thanks.
She acquired the device from him.
Looks like they're leaving without you guys.
Daring? Beautiful? Self-sufficient?
This relic is my property.
are Calliope...
Wow. Well, in that case, what are we drinking?
60. 65?
Okay?
The Antikythera?!
ran to Morocco...
No, they don't.
What would the ancients say?
Damn it! Let's go on foot.
Below deck, sealed in wax...
Now, let's get comfortable and have a little talk.
The nine Muses, in reverse order...
You just got me killed!
Apple didn't fall far.
-You got tall. -I did.
I'll get support up here and pull a file on Jones.
I'll call you as soon as I land.
Bring him.
I haven't seen her in 18 years.
Why?
Mars?
This is your time.
Its end.
Boss!
Indy?
-Please... -Hang up, fella.
What? What?
You're bleeding.
I'm staying.
-Hell no, we won't go! -Hell no, we won't go!
Helena! Don't do this!
As it conquered space, it will conquer time.
I was born by Yankee Stadium, sir.
What did you come here for?
Sometimes they are big. Two meters.
All you really need to remember...
Oh, hello, Claude.
His energetic fist
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Okay.
Now, we are going deep.
You should've let me stay.
You've never flown any plane.
First, you return my Dial, Dr. Jones...
-Start it. -I am.
Twelfth century. Thirteenth century.
Yes...
Rescue me?
Full marks.
You're off target.
History's greatest moment.
It is an astrological clock.
Not the Syracuse in New York, Tonya.
and you know it.
Yes.
Where is that?
Come here.
The Ear of Dionysius.
My friend and I were trying to save history.
a genius...
Then my father woke me.
No.
And that the loss would put an end to their marriage.
I'd tell him he was gonna die.
See you later.
at 16 Prinzregentenplatz...
Wait.
meet me.
-Oh, God! -No, no.
Have we met?
-The bid is 160. -You don't seem to understand, Miss Shaw.
-Say you will, Indy. -Yes.
Who is he, a Russian?
going to...
And you don't have coordinates.
Fasten your seat belt, Dr. Jones.
I know, Baz.
Wombat...
Stay there.
-Get 'em off! -Wait.
The Ear.
-I'm retiring. -Oh.
You're German, Voller.
Give me that.
No. You're not serious.
we are 20 minutes from landing in Tangier.
And what were you thinking exactly?
Helena Shaw!