Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[clears throat]

put it on the gold train.

I'm not the one losing my mind.

Fucking A, a projector.

I'm not getting involved in this. I don't trust him. We should just get out.

Yes, the train and the bugs, it's all connected.

What am I doing? It should be "train comma gold."

Find the train, mitigate the epigenetic k-hole before it begins.

but you know, lucid.

They didn't respect us Romani enough to steal from us. [chuckles]

…and then you'll never have to go through any of this.

[breathes heavily]

-[door closes] -This is shit.

A total bitch, like she always is.

[speaking Hungarian]

-[dialing] -Who you calling?

Ah. Then how am I supposed to look at them?

Hey, you little fucking hoebag.

That's Delia, right?

♪ Early dawning ♪

I'm busy with my daughter. Don't call back.

The Peschauer family, mom's maiden name.

grapple with bringing more consciousnesses into existence?

It's called a video feedback loop.

I don't fucking know. Hence, the projector.

Oh. It's good. It's-- It helps.

"Many suspect that soldiers looted the train