Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you hand me the bone saw?

[presses button]

‐ Wait. What? You guys think I'm going to preschool?

TINA: Send us through the open door...

GERT: Feels like The Great Gatsby.

♪ Go on, go on, go on, tell your story ♪

‐ [doorknob rattles] ‐ Hey!

Maybe now I have a chance. ‐ A chance to do what?

This is all on me.

‐ Do you really think that?

[breathing shakily]

Something I didn't want to believe before.

It's like my dream come true.

NICO: How can this be happening?

‐ But you can still take us back, right?

MORGAN: Our fates are intertwined, Nico.

‐ Mom! You're okay!

‐ Please. Please, don't. Please don't.

MOLLY: Oh, my God!

‐ I don't think we can trust much of anything in this world.

I'm reminded of my old life, what it felt like to be over there.

It's clear that you have strong feelings for me but,

But I haven't done anything like it in a very long time.

‐ Not so much fun on the receiving end, is it?

GENE: Where else would you be?

‐ Cool, okay. Cool sales pitch.

this is definitely where mom is.

‐ Maybe we're back in Jonah's Algorithm.

‐ It's like the magician said.

You take her to medical and then to Leslie.

QUINTON: Delighted to see you!

So, I can't turn you in.

‐ There might be a reason for that. ‐ [syringe hisses]

‐ We were all novices once.

[tranq gun fires]

GENE: Let's see here.

‐ I came to find you and get you out. ‐ Out? No, no, no.