Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh... meeting adjourned.

To reach out across the cultural divide.

[dramatic music playing]

-[microphone squeaks] -Well, he's not here now, is he?

Understood. Understood.

[Reg] Personally, I'd say it's more of an ethical opportunity

♪ Then what will I do? ♪

Please, please...

I guess I'm not Gate-Keeper anymore.

-You saved me! -Huh.

How do you demote someone who equally dislikes every job he's ever worked?

Okay, well, uh, the fact remains

Copy that. We'll get you a replacement squire right away.

Uh, we're definitely picking up an abomination of some kind or another.

[rad meter peaking]

This shipment of new recruits came in, and, uh, one of them was Maximus.

-All right. -[Yaffe] Mr. Howard.

I grew up working on a fly farm.

Show me the illustration.

A Gulper got it, huh?

What are we gonna do with you?

shoot Jorge in the fucking head, yeah?

I know. I've got anger. We all do.

Yeah? Why's that?

I'd be happy to teach them introductory calculus.

Don't feel bad.

and murder vault dwellers?

I can teach the raiders Shakespeare-- and when they're ready, Marlowe.

♪ And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone ♪

-Okay. That's fine, that's enough. -Thanks, though.

and then they'd feed our shit to the flies.

Something like that.

You stupid motherfucker, you know this is all your fault.

My squire, he fell in battle.