Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Brain-on-a-Roomba] You can't go home, son of Hank.

- [chuckling] - Ah.

I wonder if they fixed that in this new model?

Where's your Knight?

- [lights clack on] - Oh. He's gonna find out.

[Moldaver] Rose was so clever.

- [indistinct shouting] - [soldier] Move out, move out, move out.

- Maggots, clear out! - [others] Yes, sir!

♪ We're not a crowd ♪

Thank you, Betty.

[Leon] I-I don't get the vaults.

[somber music playing]

They'll be Stone Age creatures.

You see what this place does to people?

[groans] I can help you!

they wouldn't be willing to get their hands dirty.

♪ For if your love is gone ♪

Just as you lie now.

I suggest we hedge our bets.

What? No! When you put it like that, it sounds downright morally questionable.

It's prevented us from working on projects that require centuries,

- centuries into the future. Nifty, huh? - Bud.

Wait, you're not Betty.

Enough for each of you to claim several,

Me... and your father.

♪ Oh, darling, please be mine ♪

- [Hank] Lucy? - [gasps]

[dramatic music playing]

♪ Don't want to dream alone ♪

A vault. It's a place that's peaceful... and safe.

Please, m'lord.

By dropping the bomb ourselves.

Where nobody ever goes to war.

he said it was a ridiculous idea,

And there's no leaving.

Just until we're all ready to go to the surface.

[Maximus] Lucy. Lucy.

[Quintus] Confess.

Not with what you've learned.

every other human who isn't us-- will be dead on the surface.

Uh, fine. I'm-I'm... I'm-I'm fine, Betty.