Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yeah? - Really, I do.
[grunting]
[whimpers]
- [door whines shut] - [carnival music playing]
[chuckles]
Hey...
we drew the Demodogs away so El could close the gate.
[choking noises]
right up my ass!
and then Megan and the other ponies have to use Moochick's magic
It was fun while it lasted.
And El's not stupid.
[engine powering up]
You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town,
[panting]
Ah, let's recall the ponies' latest adventure, shall we?
What is Smirnoff doing?
[young Billy] I don't understand. Why not?
"CAINE"?!!! "YOU"?!!! "LEAVE"?!!! "POMNI"?!!! "ALONE"?!!! "OR"?!!! "YOU"?!!! "WILL"?!!! "FACE"?!!! "THE"?!!! "CONSEQUENCES"?!!! "OF"?!!! "YOUR"?!!! "ACTIONS"?!!!
[Dustin] Oh-ho-ho!
Ergo, you, Erica,
I get a call.
[loud zapping]
- What'd he say? - He says,
[panting] Steve...
[roaring]
[Robin grunts]
That one stung.
Code.
pretty.
It's California.
To the source.
[both laugh]
You...
[lightning crackling]
[man] That's right, run! Like you always do!
- I'm not gonna hurt him! - [Joyce] What are you doing?
It's just, you've only done this before once.
Come again?
[seagulls squawking]
[smacks lips]
What did you do?!
- Where are you going? - To call our children.
- [Hopper grunts] - [Alexei whimpers]
no deal."
[playful orchestral music playing]
[sobbing] I miss you.
[sighs]
- No. - Your girlfriend used El's powers
It's okay, it's okay.
Makes total sense.
Mister Funny.
[Max] The fact is, she's not yours.
so he can stop selling us that crap.
Let's go...
Totally by accident. [chuckles]
[panting]
The way that you frame that is such bullshit.
It will help you talk.
- ♪ I'm just burning ♪ - ♪ In my feet ♪
everyone.
and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck.
It was still...
[Murray] Oh, okay.
[both] One, two, three.
Yes, of course.
[office chair squeaks]
[in Russian] The key, is there a way to turn it off?
I... I didn't mean that.
- Stop it! - Bitch!
They had to come to where the... where the, uh...
- It's just too trippy, man. - We're not gonna die.
Who knows we are here, little bitch?
[shivering breaths]
[muttering in Russian]
all of it... for you.
[intense synth music playing]
but I need backup, a lot of backup.
- Yeah. - My brother, Lucas Charles Sinclair?
- Shit. - Nancy!
Whoa-oh!