Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wanda. Wanda, can you read me, over?
Darling, do you think it's time to...
You're doing great. Look at me. Look at me.
-I'm sorry, what? -Terrestrial missions only.
You grew up here.
Ma'am? Over here, please.
With whom? Or else, what?
Jimmy, you ready?
-(STUDIO AUDIENCE LAUGHING OVER TV) -HAYWARD: What is that?
(BABY CRYING)
Computational forms. And no one can process the data
You don't have to worry about me. I'm good.
Wanda? Can you hear me? I'm here to help you.
(WANDA GASPS AND GROANS)
MAN: Agent Franklin. We will keep this channel open for you.
-What's your field? -We're not supposed to talk to each other.
Shifted away from manned missions and refocused on robotics, nanotech, AI.
Is it the '60s still?
I'm afraid that's highly classified.
And you look old as hell.
Wait.
(STUDIO AUDIENCE LAUGHING OVER TV)
...this guy.
(SIGHS) Wanda...
Not blipped, dead.
What is she saying?
-when the first is yet to return. -Someone must miss you back in Quantico.
DARCY: John Collins as Herb.
The program hasn't been the same since you've been up there, Rambeau.
AUDIENCE: Aw!
WANDA: Who are you?
Captain Rambeau!
There's no reason to suspect the perimeter doesn't extend subterraneously.
-Great work. -Hey, thanks!