Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Willow, axe-murdered by a circus freak? OK, what do we do?
You've seen way too many movies.
The only reality is virtual.
And who read that book? It wasn't even in English.
In daylight, in a crowded place, with some friends.
Well, I think you'll be very happy here with your musty old books.
Everyone deserts me.
I can work this out myself.
Or who he really is. I mean, he says he's a student, but I can say I'm a student.
- Cos Willow's got this boyfriend Malcolm... - Leave Willow alone.
It's probably a mischief demon, like Kelkor or...
On line for what?
This isn't my report. "Nazi Germany was a model of a well-ordered society"?!
I know the secrets of your kings, but nothing compares to having form again.
- This... is the good box. - I still prefer a good book.
for a contract on his mother's life.
I don't like it. It's not healthy.
- Short of breaking in... - Breaking in. This is the plan.
- It looks like a book. - I knew that one.
Cos... there's a rule.
OK. I'm gonna check the computer lab...
I'm jacked in.
Take your best shot.
If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be... tangible.
- Access launch codes for nuclear missiles. - Destroy the world's economy.
What's goin' on?
Malcolm!
- Dave, Fritz... they're all wicked jumpy. - They aren't sparklingly normal as it is.
Demon, come!
You think knowledge should be kept in guarded repositories...
- You're a snob. - I am no such thing.
I knew it! When did you meet?
Well, I don't dangle a corkscrew from my ear.