Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're at the door.
I'll get right to the point, Mr. Canyon.
Yes, I know Captain Sternn.
We are statesmen and scientists.
Skip, something's following us.
Pull over.
Where you from, baby?
You have any diet soda?
-No, go for broke. -Good thinking, man.
Hiya, Harry.
-Sorry, man. -You're sorry. What about me?
...with my dork hanging out.
Big.
Somehow, I thought it would be more difficult...
Are you Captain Lincoln F. Sternn?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You'll just have to trust me.
One of Taarak's blood can do much.
Thanks for nothing.
Shut up. Shut up!
-It's nothing, boss. -And, Hanover.
All I know is that since we found it, people have been dying all around us.
No. No!
They'll kill me next. I'm the only one who knows where it is. They'll....
...37 counts of rape...
But when life loses its value and is taken for naught...
But somehow, hey, this dame got to me.
Fishy sight me No bug
I've chosen you because you possess powers...
...into little bitsy pieces and buried alive!
--a community-conscious individual.
-Come with me. -Jeez, not again.
I want a Jewish wedding.
Now we separate.
My name's Harry Canyon. I drive a cab.
Now!
My evil corrupts the most innocent.
Nobody touches Harry Canyon unless I want them to.
You'll feel better after a glass of fresh blo-aak.
Pull him down. I'll put an arrow through his head.
Run!
--of the Federation, and-- And--
If there's one thing I know, it's how to drive when I'm stoned.
How do you plead?
Kill them.
To the council chambers!
The Loc-Nar....