Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who are you?
- What can I do? - I need proof that you existed here.
When a launch goes wrong, they're the guys who scrape the wall.
...but that's one of the dangers of having an agency like this.
Ooh. That's gotta hurt.
Yes, I do. Let me tell you what my problem is.
Well, you got a family?
Third jumper this week. They keep this up, Pete, you're gonna be out of a job.
- He's gonna have to be erased. - Erased?
But I've found an enterprising banker with faith in the future.
To satisfy a woman.
I need you to testify against McComb.
- How's Walker? - Have to shake him to be sure he's awake.
...that you're bringing to General Lee.
- Time travel? - Yeah, time travel.
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Good morning, Mr. Atwood.
Intelligence thinks it's a kill team out of Iran.
Not all of it bad, I hope.
Pictures bring back your memories.
- I'll be 16 tomorrow. - Where?
But if I can't keep you from McComb, it will be.
That would be my pleasure.
Elections are won with television. You don't need the press, don't need endorsements.
That's C-4. Not only will it turn this house into dust...
He is our choice to run the commission.
- Shit. I'm sorry. - Don't answer it.
- Oh, Mr. Atwood, isn't this terrible? - Tragic.
- He's not my type. - What did you wanna talk about?
I went 10 rounds with John L. Sullivan himself.
I really think things are gonna turn around. I got a feeling about the future.
You don't even need the truth. You need money.
He interests me.
And why is that, sir?
Check if any of the Jane Does are victims of multiple gunshot wounds.
- He's changed the future. - What are you talking about?
And by the way, when I said McComb hasn't bought me...
- You know. - I think I wanna try from memory.
Changes in the past.
Malcolm, this is a project that we could do without.
- Are we still together in 1O years? - Yes, we're together.
- I can't believe this. - Try.
- Destination, please. - Home.
Manual launch initiation alert. The system is now armed.
She died because you came back and made some changes.
- Mr. Atwood-- Ah! Oh, my God. - Get down.
- Destination, please. - Home.
Oh, I'm sorry. Nothing worse than a rogue cop.
T-minus-3 minutes and counting.
- Oh, yeah. - Why don't you arrest him?
Don't expect to be my chief of staff if my slamming your face...
- You know what I think? - No, sir, I don't.
The same matter can't occupy the same space at the same time.
My young self is still gonna be president and you can't save your wife.
Since you say we were friends...
The chip is going to be worth billions, my billions.
I remember having bigger balls.