Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[eerie music building]
[Viktor] Harlan?
-I won't let you hurt them. -Won't let me?
I'd be talking to a man well into his sixties.
[solemn string music playing]
-Time to go home to Mommy, li'l guy. -[door opens, shuts]
-You know about the White Buffalo Suite. -That's where I died!
[chopper engine revving]
It's okay. I know why you don't like me.
-[tentacle tightening] -[Jayme gasps]
[sighs]
-[Harlan and Viktor screaming] -[grunts]
[dramatic instrumental music playing]
I just came back.
not obliterate somebody's child!
[glass shatters]
Our father never let us play on them because he said they were juvenile.
But then it was also like a perfume commercial.
[Viktor groaning]
From another timeline.
-[Ben groans] -[Jayme snarls]
And your bed squeaks.
Okay. What-- [scoffs] What are you saying?
I'm honored.
[Klaus giggles] Okay.
Can you hear it?
Like the flower?
Okay.
Just because something is right in front of you
Unbel--
[Diego] Oh shit.
Nope. Not at all.
Sit.
So, I'll take every second of whatever version of you we've got.
and you act like him, only--
[yells]
I may look like him, act like him, but I did not raise you.
I didn't want--
For all I know, Ben and Fei can jump up from behind that couch
[door slides shut]
Listen, I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to creep into your house.
somewhere.
[energy resonates]
It was you.
You got what you wanted.
Sit. Come, tell me everything!
[Sloane] I told you!
[both screaming]
Ah, so desperate it is.