Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, right.
Oh, now, don't you start crying. You get in that spaceship.
A woman, Mary, stands on a porch.
...even though you creep the ba-jesus out of me.
...argues with an emissary...
...since my ill-fated attempt to complete a chin-up in March of 1989?
So when can we start?
Oh, Shelly, a man's here to take you away to the future.
Even the way you do it.
Okay, where is this coming from?
No. One slip of the hand and I'm sitting in the Engineering Department...
Perhaps two. I'd like to master the craft.
Freeloader.
- Really? Triumphant? - Oh, yes.
Gotta work with me. We need to get connected with our bodies.
...and kind of move around in the space, you know.
I say okey-dokey.
Yes. In preparation for today's studies, I read Stanislavski's An Actor Prepares...
Sexually.