Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

You are secure.

Then I guess the moment is upon us.

The crate they shoved in that van.

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

so that future generations of Americans will...

Hello! Buckaroo Banzai!?

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

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

John O'Connor...

There are monkey boys in the facility.

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

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

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

Specific density is 2.5. Over.

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

You’re overthruster is shit

Dr Emilio Lizardo is a raving lunatic, Perfect Tommy.

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

figured that if solid matter were mostly just empty space,

I want an electromagnetic fuel reading from the launch.

- Throttles and start levers? - Closed, off.

He's vanished. Thin air.

Wait here. I'll be right back.

- Is the girl dead? - Yes!

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

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

It make the ganglia Twtich

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

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

Tomorrow I'm goin' home with my overthruster

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

Gents... we're going to Yoyodyne.

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

You can see them now? Here?

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

Blacks... are on this planet!

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

Buckaroo, can you verify operational capability?

Do you want a robot to cut into your brain?

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

living on a simultaneous plane of existence with our own.

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

It's your hand, Buckaroo.

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

I've got to bring John Bigbooté to work sometimes

Do not take to the floor.

He's vanished. Thin air.

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

Oh, the deuce you say.

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

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

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

Sounds like he's getting a little nervous.

Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife.

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

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

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