Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Um...
- I think the better question is, why do we even have
I don'’t know. How much paint did Michelangelo waste on the Sistine Chapel?
Guys, look at this!They love me!
- My blaster got stuck in its holster.
It's thermite; throw it anywhere,
Maybe I screwed up the assignments on purpose
- We gotta run. - Yeah, not much of a runner.
Lana: Would you stop trying to make "space cowboys" stick?
I don't do tight spaces I'm not familiar with.
And kind of in a hurry!
- Ah, my blaster jammed!
- Something's wrongwith this blaster!
- [scoffs] No.
- It's a miracle we don't crash into the sun
[all groan] - No bots.
Unwanted advance in the workplace.
- I will give you oneof my teeth.
[siren blaring, pirates grunting]
- I thought you had a plan! - I do!
More pirates will be coming.
[pirate grunting]
with all you Sick Day Cyrils and Personal Day Pams.
This is the end!
Come and get it, space dicks!
- What? - The space ocelots, Pam.
- Here. - Seriously?
space saloon/brothel madam.
Why would they put the mainframe
Pam: Holy spacesnacks!
or do you really not know?
in a stupid air vent that-- - Air vent, copy that.
- What is it now, Krieger? - I've got helpful gadgets!
- Ugh, this is a horrible plan.- I'm not finished.
It's like I'm their king!
There's gotta be a switch to get a laser bridge
- Have you tried opening your eyes?
[blasting, groaning]