Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My uncle killed himself.
How do I handle her? The ship, that is.
Whoa, whoa! You work for me.
You think she can hear me?
I didn't touch anything.
He's definitely gonna kill himself now.
-with shit and corpses." -Right.
it was all just a joke. An unclear joke.
there's a lot of confusion around this issue.
for the next three and a half years."
Oh, fuck, is this still recording?
-because you always fell short. -Yeah.
Just uhhhhh… having snack attacks and shrieking
With deep bloody regret, I do!
Poor Joe, he'd be so sad knowing he's not useful.
Five?
DOUG: Mmm.
-but shut your piehole. -Hey!
You're very unhappy.
Okay. No, I'm good.
MATT: I'm sorry, Sarah.
Have you seen the tall weirdo? (YELLS) Matt!
How 'bout her?
-Go on. -So, I'm like,
and then bit of limb from bit of limb, so...
All right, uh, set port side jettison.
No, the whole point
-I don't need 'em. -IRIS: Mm-hmm.
Because you gotta clear the filters which you do...
I was trying to be nuanced.
JORDAN: This is nice.
No!
Pick a fucking lane, am I right?
I wanna run through them all with you later.
-Dumb losers say what? -What?
-FRANK KELLY: Matt! Can you hear me? -MIA: Matt?
I-- I saw a pigeon in a library once.
You know that thing you do where you act sarcastic
so that everybody looks at you and not at me, okay?
You've landed on the stars.
And there are five airlocks along the port side
Iris!
Right, does no one teach physics in America?
Did you not hear...
What, me?
SPIKE: He can't-- He can't have gotten far.
-Hour? -One hour?
It's giving me delusions of wisdom.
you know, having snack attacks and shrieking.
No more deaths, no more tragedies."