Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Don't get too close. - OK.
In every generation, there is a Chosen One.
Well, it looks like suicide.
Oh. Yes.
He's out of the Net.
Yeah, but keep guessing anyway.
I'll miss you.
Willow! Willow, hey, wait up!
- Mess up medical equipment everywhere. - Randomise traffic signals.
This body is all I have left, but it's enough to crush you.
Follow Dave? What, in dark glasses and a trench coat? Please.
Oh. Malcolm, right?
Things involving the computer fill me with a childlike terror.
Welcome, my love.
I'm jacked in.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
- What's he look like? - I don't know.
If you're not jacked in, you're not alive.
Hmm.
- Dave, what's going on? - Look. I'll talk to you later, OK?
You must have mentioned it.
Short? Tall? Skinny? Fat?
I've got work to do.
He's gone binary on us.
Well, I'll see you anon.
Books smell
I just wanted to return this.
I have the binding rituals, but I'm completely out of my idiom.
- He's so sweet! - He's a sweetie.
Tell me the truth. How's my hair?
Is he here? What's his name? Did you kiss? What's he like?
It should be
- Back way? - Back way.
information to be absorbed.
That is a fact that I regard with genuine horror.