Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm glad someone has the balls to face facts.
The rest of this rock is actually empty space.
And his hair... his hair is all disappeared.
Take him to the shock tower.
HB 88, this is control. We see you. Welcome home. Over.
You have a point there.
If you fail, we will be forced to help you destroy yourselves.
no matter where you go... there you are.
Hey, Banzai.
He's headed for the mountains!
I've had enough of you, Penny Priddy!
Time? I got nothing but time.
I got my own help on the way. Now, that's an order.
all the surveillance satellite communication jammed.
Hello, Doc. Who are we today? Albert Einstein?
OK, you ask your dad, I'll wash up.
Any falsehood triggers a brutal charge
Lectroids from Planet Ten?
Nah, it's a toy.
NORAD and the Strategic Space Command. I want some hard data on that cloud.
But it's a very bad design.
Your whole planet is gonna be destroyed and you sit here wasting time?
Somebody's playing games. This is statistically impossible.
my comrades are at this very moment taking up a geostationary position
- Who the hell is that? - Explosive, what are you saying man?
- There's somethin' over there. - Where?
Lithium is no longer available on credit.
We've no choice, then.
To get her and it back in one piece.
You're on the clock. Let's saddle up, huh?
Even though I was never inside that mountain.
Let's just go back upstairs to my office.
What do you mean? You serious? Do you have an opening?
Looks like a gun.
Buckaroo Banzai. It's the latest issue.
Aha, I see. That's what I was wondering about.
Everybody's safe and sound.
Feet, do your stuff!
- All right, I'll tell you what... - Hey, Scooter! Fall in.
Go find something to crack it open.
Come in.
to make a fool of himself.
- You... you OK? - Yeah. Just let me catch my breath.
Antigravity inertia reversal crosscheck.
We show electrical-field aberrations on the windshield.
John Emdall must die.
"In The Words of Thomas Hornbeck..."Laugh While You Can Monkey Boy Hess"
What the hell is going on here, Bigboot? Where's my bomber?
Electric beam is fine, Lord Whorfin.
as they really are, as I've been seeing them since yesterday - as Lectroids.
Work. Work. Work.
We are in pursuit. He is gaining. Over.
Careful.
I'm headed downstairs. Keep everybody calm.
and fire a particle-beam weapon from your airspace
- Now what? - Who are they?
John O'Connor! Install my overthruster!
- Buckaroo. - Pinky.
Just once.
it disagrees with all the standard pictures.
Rawhide, come in. Rawhide.
46 Yoyodyne employees, Grover's Mill, New Jersey,
Penny.
Did you tell Penny that Buckaroo's looking for her?
You give me that gizmo
- When? - Real soon!
Bigbooty? Of course it's me, you fool! Who do you think?
"Penny. Did you say Peggy?"
Why don't you just go away and let me rot?
No, no, no, no, it's a formula. It's an antidote of some kind.
He is off course. This is Chase One. Over.
HB 88, this is control. IMU alignment in progress.
Holy Toledo!
It's Bigbooty.
John Small Berries? It's a joke. Maybe that's what Buckaroo was talking about.
This is Chase One. We got his tracks. They go right up to a wall of rock.
Bigbooty! Go down to the pit. Kill the girl!