Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ma'am.
- What could happen, Rafe? - What could happen?
Hey, where's, uh... where's Kie?
[plane door closes]
You gotta look out for yourself, right? No one else is going to.
[thunder rumbling]
John B Routledge? [chuckles] On the Camerons' jet?
Here he comes. Dude, come on!
About me and my friends,
[Barracuda] Come on, let's get the hell out of here. Go, go, go!
♪ To be christened as ♪
I'm gonna be there. I'll meet you at the airstrip in an hour?
- How did... How? - I know. Okay, yeah.
[clears throat]
[Ward panting]
- Just stay in the Matrix, okay? I repeat-- - [tire exploding]
[Rafe] Hey. Hey, Dad. Hey, come on. You're okay.
[Ward and Sarah grunt]
Wow.
♪ To be christened as... ♪
Rafe, he's got a knife!
Dad, hey! Get back on the plane.
There's no going back.
A tinderbox.
- You lost my load. Time to pay up! - [car door closes]
- We gotta go. - With them?
[exhales]
You just confirmed my diagnosis.
No. No. No. No.
[Pope] Could've been a faulty electrical wire.
in a dumpster out back your house? You're living high off the hog, bro.
[chuckles] I'm sure you will.
♪ Listen, listen, all around ♪
Like a main lodge? Right down there?
[panting] He stays on this island, he gets arrested.
No other freaking option, you know.
- [girl snoring] - [panting]
just that, uh... [hesitates] ...Marley didn't make it?
That's just the tip of the iceberg.
[JJ] Ricky, screw your chickens!
- Thought you'd want to know. - Wondered when that was going down.
Can you come out here?
but... there is no way in hell
Get off me! [grunts]
and then all that's left is a single track through the jungle.
[woman] We know you're grieving and feel you're best supported by your peers.
You got somewhere else to be?
Why did you park so far?
You're not gonna shoot me, are you?
["Midnight Wine" by Shannon & The Clams plays]
[thunder rumbling]
[Heyward] Pope, you've always known your own mind. I appreciate that.
- Son of a bitch. - Yo, what's going on?
and get this, he says he saw Ward Cameron.
Many say it's cursed, you know.
- No. Nothing. - We have to go. We don't have eight hours.
No!
A Siamese mix, and, um, yeah, it was really sudden.
Thank you so much. All right. Y'all have a good day.