Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell him that the prisoners are contained...
And see your coat of arms here? It's a heart.
-All right? -[chuckles] Okay.
see how you're leading us here?
♪ Hitch a ride to the end of the highway ♪
It always chimes four times.
is an ace reporter for the Daily Planet, right? But…
[forcefully] Let go.
[horn honking frantically]
I had no idea what Henry would do.
-[Joyce scoffs] -Then we fly her rest of the way.
[bolts snapping]
Can you send somebody over to a Max Mayfield's house?
[gasps]
-Your old friends are here. -Shit!
[panting]
[ominous music playing]
Shh.
-Jesus, you scared me. -[chuckles]
[menacing music playing]
Spreading across Hawkins.
…everything.
[tank guards click, set]
Like she's better for being different.
No.
I just need to… push him away.
[tires screech]
-[guns click] -[shrieks]
Four gates.
-[distorted] Take a seat, Nancy. -[music intensifies, halts]
A potential I'd only dreamed of.
[dramatic stinger]
what we can offer,
Nina!
Watch your mouth, or I am gonna take this,
[door locks]
Yes.
Tell him!
two of the three of Vecna's victims were seeing Ms. Kelley, right?
There, while we refuel,
Hold on! Hold on!
[soldier 1] Move!
And alone, you will never find your way out of this desert to your friends.
Shit! Go.
wanted to help you.
Who's gonna die?
[dramatic music playing]
And one, two, three.
I did for you.
Try 'em again. Try 'em again.
[Brenner] It's only a precaution, Eleven.
[haltingly] …when you're… when you're different,
We will
[epic music playing]
You don't understand what he's capable of!
They're fatties. And you know what that means.
She lifted a 10,000-pound tank into the goddamn air.
They got everything you need for, uh…
-[Demogorgon snarls] -[screams]
-[Demogorgon chittering] -[guard yelling]
[owl hooting]
-Do you? -No, I don't.
[jarring stinger]
teacher: Bring all the writing books to me *me who didnt bring my writing book*
and… just see the country.
Well, that went very well, I thought.
Papa.
Because, I mean, without heart, we'd all fall apart.
the happiest.
[dramatic music playing]
these are no regular tire tracks, brochachos.
[metal groaning]
Jack.
This is amazing.
and I'm gonna jam it down your throat.
-[Nancy panting] -It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
-[line clicks] -Ellen? Hello?
That man is more slippery than an eel dipped in baby oil.
That all sounds good in theory,
And that's just gonna force you into close-range combat,
Is this legal?
Yeah, I know. I… I know she is.
Hawkins will fall.
[whimpers]
But… But what if after all this is over, she…
and soon, grand theft auto.
And it's not exactly mine,
So, uh, I'm really living up to that Munson name.
We're not gonna let anything happen to your friends, okay, kiddo?
I will personally make sure of that.
I try.
[honking continues]
You could not let him go.
[patrons chattering indistinctly]
[chuckles]