Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And this scheme could've been under our noses all the time.
when they reached 20,000 feet.
Mother Machree, a rooster!
Leaving out the semantics, you're about to be launched...
You're a genius, chief.
Then the guards are gone?
Yes, it was a good one.
- Unless... - Unless?
Well...
I suspect the authorities should be arriving shortly.
will teach me everything I need to know about flying the Retsoor.
or that it connects with the hangar.
Oh. Then matching the digits to the letters, P-U-Z-Z-L-E-S...
Yes. Well, I can do without any further lines from Shakespeare, Batman.
One too many. Quantity finally exceeded quality, Puzzler.
Have you taken leave of your senses, Glider?
Aboard, aboard.
Well...
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Ho-ho-ho.
One must keep up with the Space Age, Rocket.