Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And then I picked you up by your ankles...
He uses the bowling sounds as, like, Nazi artillery.
Okay, then we won't touch the hard drive.
One, I saw her first.
Whatever it is, I'm guessing we're doing it wrong.
He's calling to ask you a favor. You might be confused...
The warranty is a sacred covenant we've entered into with the manufacturer.
So, where you gals headed?
I'll give you a little clue.
...and slide the center portion 1 millimeter to the left.
And your answer cannot be "Because I forgot my flash drive."
Have you seen Slumdog Millionaire?
Okay, I'm gonna just go for broke here and say I like you.
...we'll meet the train.
...but it might be the only chance I'll ever get to play Anne Frank.
...located between a Hoberman Sphere and a sample of quartz flecked with pyrite.
And the director is brilliant.
Why don't we call her, have her get your flash drive and e-mail you the paper?
Oh no.
The keynote address is delivered by George Smoot.
Placebo, you say.
Sit back, enjoy the clickety-clack of the steel wheels on the polished rails.
How long is this gonna take?
When I go, I usually just get hammered and ride the cable cars.
I will. I'm just working on my opening line.
...of the steady clickety-clack of steel wheels on polished rails...