Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah!
- Get the younger one. I want him to see. - He's dead.
Do you have a picture?
There's one round back.
- Do I look frozen to you? - You look like shit to me.
More than a little and less than too much.
- Morning, Charlie. -It's a terrible day.
And since you don't agree, walk away.
I'd be most happy to...
Well, dishonest agents like this Atwood. Every time an agent goes back...
- You were just a second ago. - You were just a second ago.
Okay-
...agreed to take time out from his presidential campaign to accompany us.
...is in the news again today.
- I have a report to file. - Agent Walker would be delighted.
- What kind of day did you have? - Busy.
--Eight, seven, six, five...
...of T.E.C. code 40.8 subsection 9, time travel with intent to alter the future.
If I go back and talk, my family is dead.
I already know who's gonna win the next 10 World Series.
...when it was denied federal campaign matching funds.
- I liked you? - Oh, yeah.
Max, I don't want you to go.
...to police this technology and to actually protect time.
How did you miss him?
I'd kind of like to call myself and tell me not to sleep with Bobby Morgan after my party.
Same matter can't occupy the same space.
Ten years ago, McComb left his office, canceled all his appointments, disappeared.
You know, that purse doesn't look good on you.
Goddamn it, Max. This agency isn't dead yet.
Remember, Matuzak, the new job, time travel.
He's gonna be president. He's doing this to get money for his campaign.
Max. I'm not gonna change a thing.
He swan dived right out the window.
Who? A guy named Parker and Fielding.
It's different than before, isn't it? It's what happens when you change time.
If you don't step aside now, I'd just as soon kill you as not.
- I should get the fuck out of here. - Good.
We have to form a brand-new covert agency...
Database 309 shut down.
You may find you can make things right for yourself.
You're out of your mind. This guy's gonna roll right over you.
- You're as bad as me. - Wrong. I'm setting it right.
- All right. - Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Launch personnel only, in the bay.
However, you can go back, and that's where things get real tricky.
Coordinates downloaded to GPS sequencer.
Take the back and wait for my call.
I have to.
What's the matter? It's been headed this way for months.
There are five of us. I don't know what y'all are about.
On the big board, it looks like it set off Waimea.
Manual launch initiation alert.
If he's not here when I turn around, I'll go home with you.
Senator.
Right.
Telemetry on manual. Ignition firing command is activated.
He sure seemed interested in you this afternoon.
- Paper, mister? - Beat it.
I really screwed up.
- Thank you. - Glad you're not hurt.