Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The media...
Tweezers, please.
No, no.
- Good-bye, heart - [Moaning, Murmuring]
- He's not in fact an American citizen- - I've got an hour, Arthur. Take me back to the house.
If I buy this ring now, you can't redeem it later.
You'll have to recruit some new men.
- [Laughing] - Oh, shit!
[Thunderclaps]
[Train Whistle Blows On TV]
Do you want me to go down and get some medicine?
You never get sick.
- [People Chattering, Laughing] - You okay? Oh.
Oh, I never thought I'd see you again.
New York? Oh, uh, not anymore.
Nine.
She must still have enough money.
[Man On TV] Trouble is, people get too attached to each other, things drag on.
Tommy?
[Newton] You can stay on here. The house is yours.
What kind of prize?
We hear most everything on the radio these days.
Thank you.
I can do anything... now, you know.
I believe you won't.
Leave my mind alone.
Hello, Mr. Farnsworth.
You know, I really like you, mister.
I wonder.
The trains were really nice then. They had concession stands...
I'd like to go someplace for Christmas where it's real hot.
They're so strange here - the trains.
Oh. You're gonna be okay.
- Get it off my shoulder - I know I'll never be like a character in a story.
To the children?
Hey, fella! Come on. Hey. Come here.
- And more things. - That's why you torment me.
[Big Band Jazz On Speakers]
- [Bells Pealing] - [Ticking Stops]
to die by hanging on the first watch of the day, following these proceedings.
All the boys from the South went to boarding schools
- Call him. - I don't know who Dr. Bryce is.
What do you want to take a picture of that for?
About you.
They put all kinds of chemicals in it to keep people from gettin' sick.
Yes. I hope so.
because that's the way you get new ideas - by making mistakes.
"Per ardua ad astra."
What do you mean?
[Electronic Twittering]
- And men. - Men!
It may be the key to our project.
[Violin On TV]
I don't want her to get lonely.
The sun don't shine
[Wind Whistling]
Though we're apart
[Big Band Jazz Swells, Continues]
There weren't too many people on the train.
[Bryce] Why? Why is it too long?
This is beau-ti-ful.
[Bell Ringing]
- [In Distorted Voice] Fuck you! - Yeah! Yeah!
[Whimpering]
If your camera should break, just drop it in your nearest W.E. Litter bin.
We have all, strangely enough, relied on Mr. Newton, who is, after all-
It's just I'm trying to adjust my mind to all this.
I don't want to see him, hear him, but he's still a part of me. That's a fact.
[Man #1] Can you imagine the cost? Spaceships!
You don't have any water.
[Man On TV] The sun is roughly 10,000 times larger than Earth.
[Man]... all seems to heighten the whole enigma of Mr. Newton himself.
[Ringing Continues]
- Let me dry that. - Hair's sticking up.
It's my last present.
Me, the two of us.
How is she?
- Buy it? - At cost, naturally.
Your wife's out there somewhere.
- Prove it. - No, I don't want to. I've proved enough.
[Mutters]
Two. Want a drink?
You don't have any booze.
"Per ardua... ad astra."
And then?
I'll ask Trevor to take you home.
Yes?
[Groaning]