Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nah, I'm good with it.

Only dink I see is yours, tough guy.

Why does everyone keep looking at me like that?

-Excuse me? -I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.

What about her son?

[Allison] Hey, I'm talking to you!

[Diego grunts angrily]

[food tray rattles]

Womenfolk love me.

[Ben] That's Christopher, of course. Number Seven.

♪ There must be a higher love ♪

There might be a way out of this.

-Who-- -[Klaus] Come on.

Whatever game the Umbrellas are playing,

-Ah, there he is. -[blender stops whirring]

Dude, your chin.

♪ Boogum now, baby You're castin' your spell on… ♪

So, I've circled all the roadside attractions along the way.

[Klaus] And don't you deserve some fun?

[Klaus] I was too messed up to, uh, do anything about it,

[Fei] You must be starving.

Kid thing. I'll be right back.

-What about him? -Where is he?

[Viktor] I will get the briefcase,

-How does this explain anything? -Because look!

Everyone had their own agenda,

-[screaming] -Allison, come on. What is happening?

I left Ray to be with Claire, and now…

It's a bit more than that, actually, but…

[Klaus] Oh, okay.

All right? No harm, no foul.

[jazz piano playing in background]

I'm not upsetting the womenfolk. Are you kidding?

["The Passenger" by Iggy Pop playing]

[Claire] One more story, Mommy.

♪ Falling behind in what could be ♪

[suspenseful music playing]

This actually isn't so terrible.

[Klaus] I helped myself into Dad's office, looking for the key to his safe

No. It's more like a--

Come on! Get in the car, Klaus!

♪ When will you say yes to me? ♪

Well, at least you have a kid.

Showed me I'd never be free hiding from who I really am.

peckish, actually.

Whoa, whoa! Where do you think you're going?

but this is just next-level!