Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...if you know what I mean.

Thanks for the sling, Kate.

A following, you know, and...

The signal has been running on a loop for 16 years, Kate.

But moths, they spin silk.

- What? - Look at the bright side,

Hey, you wanna help me grab the rest of those bags?

and we've been getting some heat.

Having choices, making decisions based on more than instinct

* You all everybody *

You didn't come to tell me about Jack, did you?

Calm down. You're not yourself right now.

What do we do? How do we get him out?

Okay. We can't safely make that tunnel any bigger.

I'll fire off my rocket.

Hey, I'm no saint, either.

This is a chance to get back on a label.

That I don't help anyone but myself.

You've been hoarding like a packrat, and you don't have a single laptop?

Charlie, leave it. Go get some water. Maybe you're dehydrated.

Okay, okay, okay.

what are the odds of this working?

...the way you asked me.

Golly, thanks, boss.

I want my stash, Locke.

Four at a time, by hand, till we can find some kind of shovel.

All you had to do was say please.

- Yeah, right. - Hey.

What did you just say?

you'd have figured that out.

As soon as the last one has gone up, we'll all switch on our antennas.

Charlie, I got it.

What are you doing?

Why is nobody digging?

Charlie, where's Jack?

Then it's your turn.

Nobody you miss. And no one misses you.

So you're not staying?

What do you suppose is in that cocoon, Charlie?

I'm glad I could oblige.

No one even knows who the sodding bass player is.