Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, make sport of me, will you? Tease me as if I were your dog?
- Stay away from the door, Doctor. - No! Guido! What are you doing?!
We need it to shut down and re-route control to the secondary hub,
it's either this or tokens.
I...
Then I take it you're a refugee, like me.
Where are you from?
- with straps, as if for a surgeon. - What happens in there?
Huh?
Papers, if you please.
There he is!
They drink your blood and replace it with their own.
- while you philosophise. - This ends today.
Hey, look at this.
Signora, your school offers a chance for betterment, escape.
- I can't see a thing. - Just as well I brought this, then.
The owner of the psychic paper.
Most people just nick stationery from where they work.
- Where's Isabella? - My turn.
in the world of savages with psychic paper. Who are you with?
...hence no reflection.
Internet city. Preposterous city!
Where's Isabella?
I'm not having him run around telling people he's your fiancé!
You're like Houdini, only five slightly scary girls,
Veils down, girls.
I'm thrilled. Oh, this is Christmas!
I will tear down the House of Calvierri, stone by stone.
Oh...! I hate it when he does that!
Well...running.
Open the gates!
which I'm guessing will also be the generator.
Ultraviolet. Portable sunlight.
- What was that about? - Isabella...
What's your name?
No...
We were accosted again.
But the city. Why shut down the city?
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.