Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The space race is the new cold war.

We don't need to talk about that.

For the next generation. For Jing, for Erin.

And if your mother comes up,

- No way he can handle the Moutai. - Mm.

- Hey. - Hey, hon.

Good-looking guy too.

My mom is in prison.

Well, don't I have egg on my face?

Thank you, General Gregory.

- [Mark] Hmm. - But Erin is a very special young lady,

We certainly weren't expecting authentic Chinese food in Wild Horse.

Well, I hope you're right.

I'm really... [exhales]

Perhaps. Later.

It's gorgeous. It's got two strings. It's made out of python skin.

Should talk about how you're gonna drink the tea.

General, to be safe, you should coat your tongue with cod liver oil.

The woman from the cafeteria.

And she hardly ever says anything.

you want a better life for your daughter.

[softly] Mayday! Mayday! Extract the asset.

There's, like, a thousand memes of her. She's "Drummer Moon Girl," dude.

Set up this little tea thing for you.

We are not going to take the short end of this deal, General.

Eat rice. Your stomach becomes the phone.

Perhaps the second- or third-best cigar in the world.

No, no, no, no, no, no. That's not gonna work.

How would you know about that?

I mean, some women prefer shorter men who haven't been on the moon.