Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We gotta have something for him. Try a new cipher.

Coded. Calling all Blue Blaze irregulars in the Garden State.

It's Peggy to these eyes. It's the same nose. It's the same hair.

- Stay put. All of ya. - Sure thing.

Dr Banzai replied "Vast chasms of hissing swamp, spurts of flame,

It's my guess that no human being has ever been inside the place.

Oh, the deuce you say.

You can see them now? Here?

John O'Connor...

If there's one thing I hate, it's to be mistaken for somebody else.

They blasted through the Eighth Dimension in 1938 over in Grover's Mill.

If you are not inside the great vehicle itself, you have missed the boat.

- What the hell's phase two? - That's a big no-can-do.

Gents... we're going to Yoyodyne.

- moving down over Connecticut. - From the jet car, do you think?

You give me hope to carry on, but then you leave me in the lurch

We are getting a localised vibration of the drive train and a minor oil leak.

Well, there it is, tyre tracks right up to a wall of rock.

Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife.

and blow each other up in a burst of energy. Like a tiny big bang, like a... baby bang.

I've got to bring John Bigbooté to work sometimes

The crate they shoved in that van.

- He's broken the sound barrier! - Mach 1.3.

Do you want a robot to cut into your brain?

Buckaroo, can you verify operational capability?

It make the ganglia Twtich

Dr Emilio Lizardo is a raving lunatic, Perfect Tommy.

- Throttles and start levers? - Closed, off.

figured that if solid matter were mostly just empty space,

- Like a big black flying dinosaur. - Dinosaur? It was purple.

There are monkey boys in the facility.

I want an electromagnetic fuel reading from the launch.

And you tell him that it's John Whorfin calling.

Do not take to the floor.

living on a simultaneous plane of existence with our own.

Sounds like he's getting a little nervous.

- Dad! Dad! Buckaroo's in trouble! - Say what?

50 cylinder. There is an immediate fire hazard. Do you read?

- Shoot it, Bubba. Shoot it! - I can't! It's jammed! It's jammed!

Ladies and gentlemen, Artie's Artery is proud to present for a single night only,

- The whole top of the tree's squashed! - Do you think it up there?

And she's gone and that's about all there is, really, to say about that.

You’re overthruster is shit

You are secure.

Then I guess the moment is upon us.

- Is the girl dead? - Yes!

- This is queer. Look. - What's up? What you got?

so that future generations of Americans will...

He's vanished. Thin air.

Tomorrow I'm goin' home with my overthruster

Hello! Buckaroo Banzai!?

Specific density is 2.5. Over.

Blacks... are on this planet!

Wait here. I'll be right back.

Well, haven't you heard? Don't you watch TV?

It's your hand, Buckaroo.

Sources close to the National Security Consortium have refused to comment.

- Wait. Wait a minute. Wait. - Kill that spot. Kill it!

He's vanished. Thin air.