Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[woman] Burton? [panting]
[Burton] Wake up.
[wind whooshing]
-…and oxygen. What does this sound like? -[Martha] Goddammit! Stop!
Neural configuration may be preserved.
-[bones crack] -[screams]
[ethereal music playing]
[Burton] "Who spilled these stars Across the sky
Okay. [gasps]
into her mind.
Oh, come on, Burton. Just one more klick.
-[music fades] -[Martha exhales]