Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Throttles and start levers? - Closed, off.

Gents... we're going to Yoyodyne.

Oh, the deuce you say.

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

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

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

John O'Connor...

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

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

Then I guess the moment is upon us.

You are secure.

Tomorrow I'm goin' home with my overthruster

Sounds like he's getting a little nervous.

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

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

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

It's your hand, Buckaroo.

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

The crate they shoved in that van.

Dr Emilio Lizardo is a raving lunatic, Perfect Tommy.

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

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

I want an electromagnetic fuel reading from the launch.

Do not take to the floor.

figured that if solid matter were mostly just empty space,

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

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

Specific density is 2.5. Over.

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

You can see them now? Here?

- Is the girl dead? - Yes!

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

Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife.

I've got to bring John Bigbooté to work sometimes

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

There are monkey boys in the facility.

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

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

You’re overthruster is shit

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

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

Do you want a robot to cut into your brain?

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

living on a simultaneous plane of existence with our own.

Buckaroo, can you verify operational capability?

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

He's vanished. Thin air.

He's vanished. Thin air.

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

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

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

so that future generations of Americans will...

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

Wait here. I'll be right back.

It make the ganglia Twtich

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

Hello! Buckaroo Banzai!?

Blacks... are on this planet!

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