Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Um, excuse me. Hi, Terry. Korvo.
But another thing was: go with your gut.
Sorry for how things unfolded.
The whole ice lava thing?
[both grunting]
‐ Okay, I have a ton of notes.
Seemed so simple.
‐ Yeah, and you better not be riding our crack like this the whole time.
YUMYULACK: Ooh, ooh, camp sounds amazing.
for our $50 million man!
‐ Such a waste of poop.
‐ I should go as well.
We've picked our path, and we can never go home again.
‐ Done and done. ‐ Cool, works for me.
[glass shatters] Aah!
[panting]
We just have to follow the dimmest star,
‐ Ha ha ha, yeah. 'Cause you shot him!
‐ Yeah, or it could be a Godzilla story,
‐ You mean, like next round of auditions?
The bad news: we're now lost in a giant big wooden city.
‐ They're not stupid! I find my way out of the woods better when I'm drunk.
HALK: The seven on that scrap of paper,
‐ ♪ And I'm hungry like the wolf ♪
‐ I'm gonna work in finance because I've always wanted to be a shit head.
‐ No, if there's one thing I learned on Bones,
You! ‐ [gasps] Me?
‐ Everybody calm down. I'm an expert trailblazer.
I'm pretty heavily party saucing.
We haven't even finished our camp story arc.
Welcome to The Wooden City,
‐ Nate! Mwah! Mwah!
Uh, ahem. Hello‐‐
‐ This is gonna be awesome!
Pick up those acorns and follow me.
‐ Not just a team, a team family.
[knocking on door]
Trip, the FBI's here but we're fine, right?
‐ [gasps] Why is there a branch through my shoulder?
It's not a blow job, sweetie. It's a blow career.