Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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