Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't take it with me anyway. Leave. Please.

I don't know, Ruthie. I mean,

Captain Marton Halász is dead.

But this guy, uh, Kiss László, is a priest.

Have you ever wanted to separate from yourself?

All right, big boy time.

So, what's your endgame? Where's your long-lost family fortune?

I was never told much about him, but I can guess why you're here.

This is what it means to have friends over in Budapest?

[in German] She's joking, right?

"I grew up with a father who hated the foundation of his very existence

-What is this thing? -[Nadia] Ah.

[Kristóf] We weren't allowed to study LSD.

Nadia, you're cheating!

This moment, this party is all I have.

[in English] Agnes, what's going on with you?

[officer whistles]

Looked up some Hungarian curses.

I know for a fact that that wall

[inhales] With you, Ruthie,

Like a driver's license or a left hand.

Don't you have thermodynamics?

[Nadia] All right, looks like that's Kristóf.

Nadia, don't-- don't mess this up.

-Yes. -[Nadia] Look, moving stairs.

No, I have information from the future.

You guys have nothing in common, okay?

-Not personally. -Mmm.

risk-free hope for us.

Do you know what time it is?

What game are you playing?