Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Somebody hand me a handkerchief! Please! ♪
He knows you, your name, your civilian profession.
For telling him to stick his computers where...
Where have you been?
A bad dream?
(scoffs)
But enemies must be purged
for a very public execution.
Good luck. I hope you make it home.
Yeah, we can't maroon him here forever,
(tense laughter)
each slot representing a different planet Earth.
It all began in the '50s when we lost the Korean War.
Like that big moose construction worker
I think I've just seen God,
The silence is deafening.
Amazing accidents.
Obviously, Commissar Wapner didn't believe a thing you had to say.
of the California Penal Code.
Yes.
And I just read his thesis on Chiral field anomalies... it's killer.
Honestly, I nearly called the police.
Oh, no.
Are you okay, my friend?
Big time congrats!
Ah, Mallory, how good of you to join us.
We have to go back.
Commando sergeant: All right, people, let's move.
There was no way to go back to our old lives.
- ♪ Why I cry ♪ - ♪ Cry ♪
I want you to know that I love you very much,
That is so cool!
Yes, I do know you.
(screams)
I'm counting on you, Lieutenant...
Come on! Come on!
You hit your head or something?
(muffled voices)
(engine rumbles)
Quinn's done it. And his double's gone through
Don't you ever talk about my theories like that again.
(laughs)
Must be the sister I never had.
If you cooperate, I'll fight for you
without the possibility of parole.
Then for whom are you fighting?
♪ Cryin' like a man ♪
did I miss anything?
(screams)
Woman: Quinn!
What the hell is this, dog food?
- Morning, Mom. - Morning.
For three days, I've been sending objects into the void...
Amazing.
You admit to handing this to the taxi driver?
He's too smart for his own good.
It was like... better than sex.
(singing continues)
I'd wait a month. The CD-ROM seek rates
I'm going to call home.
My God.
Professor: The concept of a parallel universe
Don't look.
Join the revolution or suffer the consequences!
Yeah, I know. It's "Tournament of Champions Week."
Identify. This is operator 934.
has taken a decidedly bizarre turn.
Well, if we get the right time, I hope you'll let me sit in.
(hip-hop music plays)
it split me in half!
He said he was shocked
I just want to make a phone call.
Who cares about Vic Smith? The anthem, man!
I don't believe this.
What are you looking at?
no matter what the circumstances.
trying to catch me a cab! (mutters, swears)
(mimics drums)
(beeping)
Policy, sir. Your own, in fact.
(speaking Russian) Insk vla hordka minishkin.
A raid. Look, kid...
Rebel: That's good. That's good.
I'm making your favorite.
Four hours spent here is the same as four hours
You is "Crying Man," no?
Your location has been traced.
♪... and the rockets' red glare ♪
I hope I find it again.