Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is modern America, and we're going to keep it that way.
[Woman On TV] It's all a little blurry.
Ah.
One of these days you oughta try one of these.
- Yes, higher. Come up here. - I like that.
Don't you understand? They don't understand you.
Let 'em see you as you really are.
In ancient time
- Dance to town, gonna sing - [Laughing]
[Faint, Distorted Chattering]
Fainted? I thought you were dead.
They're like children.
- Weird-lookin' one. - Hey. That's got a New York license number. Shall we check it?
[Arthur] Mr. Newton is waitin', sir.
[Wind Howling]
- Very sound, Mr. Flannagan. - Face it.
Just tired.
Wall Street analysts and company officials report...
[Man] In these circumstances, we have to take action.
Oh, God! God!
[Woman] I can see Commander-
- [Murmurs] - Then I could...
[Newton] Help me, Nate.
- You know, you're not at all like my father. - I'm glad about that.
Wrong? This man is completely insane! That's what's wrong.
What exactly do you want?
I've changed my mind.
Thank you, Mary-Lou. Thank you.
So on and on
Oh. Oh.
[Synthesized]
- Read the file. - [Phone Ringing]
I don't want it.
[Gasping]
I want you to begin negotiations with Eastman Kodak immediately.
Oh, no, thank you.
I got that white wine you like from Reichman's.
- Get - - [Yelling]
[Breathing Heavily]
- [Growling] - [Laughing]
[Newton] Is time on my side?
[Mary-Lou Sobbing]
including Texas, Nevada, Arizona and New Mexico.
You won't find anyone who'd do for you like I've done for you.
Poor Tommy. We haven't helped him much, have we?
I don't like to see you like this.
[Violins]
Oh.
Why does the guy on the, uh, W.E. Commercial look like you?
you'll have complete authority, below me.
Therefore the court sentences the aforementioned William Budd of the Royal Navy...
We don't need Newton.
Mm-hmm.
I can kill you...
Okay. Take a nice, deep breath now. Okay, hold it.
- I'm sorry. - Don't worry about it.
[Moaning Subsides]
What was that? Are you sure?
Would you like a scotch and water or something, Mr. Newton?
Fuel conservation, Dr. Bryce.
I don't want him anymore.
[Continues, Indistinct]
- [Man On TV] Oh, Anna, why do we always- - I'm a surgeon.
You want it puffy or tight?
- Do you want me to go back- - No. Keep on going.
New storm predictions have been issued for other areas as well.
Uh -
I'm a lawyer, not an accountant, Mr. Newton.
- [Laughing] - Though I never did meet you before
I see things.
It doesn't fit!
[Chimes Jingling]
No, I, uh -
[Chuckles] What they need is some real stimulus.
The way I see it, Mr. Peters, I'm way ahead.
Scenes, tears. Everything gets so maudlin.
Some German composer.
I'll call a doctor.
- Be with some of my friends - [Whinnies]
Well, I'll just finish this up and then -
- [Newton] Yes. Yes. - Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.
Some kind of pill maybe?
Everybody needs that - a meaning to life.
Electronics.
You're an alien!
- Good-bye, Mary-Lou. - No.
How did you find this place?
We're determining the social ecology.
I don't want to hurt him anymore.
a pioneer, if you will.
How's that sound, mister?
[Violin On TV]
You don't need me.