Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Man On TV] Prisoner, have you anything to say?
Do you know what I think?
Well, I've seen them.
- Mmm! - No, I'm not.
The question you've been wanting to ask ever since we met.
I hesitate to say that this is an important moment in the history of our country...
- I want to go home. - Yes, yes, of course.
All of you!
"Poor Harry"wouldn't even lift a finger to help you.
- Arthur! - I haven't got the time now.
[Train Approaching]
"Don't be"?
[Laughs]
- [Sobbing] - [Woman Laughing On TV]
Yes, sir. He come in this mornin'.
Would you be comfortable in here?
Keep your mind on your job.
- Lord, I love gin. - Must have had too much of this domestic champagne.
I want to sell this.
Oh, I'm just visiting.
[Zither]
Well, not yet. Not - Not really.
Starting tomorrow...
[Farnsworth] I don't believe it.
16, 15...
- Does that matter to you? - Yeah.
Uh, Sussex. I have a reservation.
- Oh! [Laughing] - What?
I hope so.
[Splash]
- [Dripping] - [Orchestra On Recording: Dirge]
- [Seagull Squawking] - [Waves Crashing]
What are you talking about?
Where he comes from is as mysterious as where he's going.
I want to give you something.
Come this way.
I didn't know you then.
I don't drive.
Try to remember
Mmm. [Sniffles]
When Mr. Newton came into my apartment...
[Gunshot]
I know you're not.
[Mary-Lou Narrating] They always seem to lead such interesting lives...
[Scoffs]
Let me see you!
- Let's talk. - I'm so lonesome
[Dog Howling In Distance]
Why aren't you with them?
- Have a guardian angel - [Cat Meowing]
If I could only see
That's a pity.
This isn't an archaic Italian joke.
Turn that down, will you, Trevor?
Perfect.
Mr. Newton has been away, hasn't he?
And a callow fellow
[Man On P.A. Continues, Indistinct]
Huh?
Arthur. Arthur, can you hear me?
I mean, when you look out at the sky at night...
Young things. I don't know. Maybe it's your age.
you're even more naive than I thought.
Up five points on the day, trading over 300,000 shares.
- [Yelps] - [Rock]
Why are they doing that, giving you everything?
Move over.
By authority of His Gracious Majesty, George Rex-
How are you getting on? Have you found your feet yet?
[Mary-Lou] You don't want to go back. Not really.
On my own planet we found evidence of visitors.
- Sleep well! - No! No! [Screaming]
[Bleating]
Oh.
Seems to be all right now.
[Buzzing]
- [Newton] You put alcohol in my drink. - [Bryce Laughs]
[Man On P.A.] ... service to Tucson and Phoenix.
Come on, Tommy.
I want a lawyer who's well versed in paten - patents.
[Heartbeats Thumping]
[Men Chattering, Indistinct]
What is this music Farnsworth keeps sending me? I don't like it.
I'm sorry I didn't have time to see you at my office today, Mr. Newton.
- And things. - [Mumbling]