Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need a picture.
Amazing. It's like mission control.
- I'm afraid they got her. - Who are "they"? Who?
[Bonnie Chuckles] Look at the curves.
It has to do with drugs. One drug in particular...
No!
- Where's Lauren? - Michael, wait.
You check the cabinets. I'll check the desk.
Topaz.
Royce called two days ago. He wanted the Foundation's help on a story he was researching.
Not even out of diapers, and she's running the show.
Not as of an hour ago. Why?
You know, I'm not proud of what I had to do.
I beg your pardon.
Devon, give me all you got on a man named George Olin.
I've been in these situations before.
Get your hands off me before I call security!
Maybe he found what he was looking for.
Fortunately, my friend, Dr. Carlysle,
I just wanna get this thing over with.
This is a personal call.
She doesn't know. I told you we didn't need to do this.
the man who, when he turned 50,
- You amaze me. - It's him, the guy in the car! It's Knight!
One woman after another, year after year!
- Including the centerfolds? - I anticipated your every need.
No kidding. What's that?
This is insane. How could you do that to him? Why?
Philip?
That was his trademark. No files.
- Who's the speed-reader? - [Together] I am.
Topaz.