Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bring them inside.
Taylor.
I don't blame him.
Dr. Zaius, how nice.
It's a bloody nightmare.
the trouble with us intellectuals
with new improved feeding grounds,
As Minister of science,
God, if I could only see the sun.
must have happened to him.
My God, did we finally do it?
I tried to, sir. Not a crackle.
What..What could've happened?
Taylor.
Yea, he will murder his brother
You know, my dear,
Look.
did he give it to you?
by some unsimian torture.
in the great hall of the Zaius Museum,
I still think you're being hasty.
Damn you, nitrogen and oxygen Damn you all to hell
This was the last place that we saw Taylor.