Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and is gonna give me all the answers.

Next year, you get your degree, you return to Ghana.

One more trip to '82 won't kill us, Oatmeal.

This will be interesting.

["Morgen" continues playing]

[dramatic music playing]

While I have you,

"Marton Halász living descendants." Uh…

out there in the world,

Maybe Nadia was right. Maybe I am supposed to save you.

Well, in, uh-- You know, in Nora's stuff.

[in English] Oh, Agnes, great. They're inside.

I'm sorry. What are we doing? [chuckles nervously]

Find out what really happened with this fucking gold train.

You've said so yourself. You'll do anything for a better life.

then I marry Boris Karloff and I kill Hitler.

[inhales] Trauma is a topographical map written on the child,

[in Hungarian] No loitering!

Lenny, you told me, I get it.

Well, Nadia is half-Hungarian. She's finding her roots.

[sighs] Fucking shit.

Uh, excuse me, Kristóf Halász, yes?

I thought you were Russian.

Kristóf, you Hungarian god.

Yeah. Try these.

I mean, haven't you ever seen a movie?

I'm sorry. I love you.

[upbeat music playing]

Acid was deemed too dangerous for a Communist country.

[announcer in Hungarian] Now arriving Budapest, Keleti Station.