Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There, my Johnny.
You put something in my head.
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We certainly are.
In fact,
because you think you're gonna lose your job. And Dad,
You've been unusually hot all this time, because...
John.
She let me loose. I woulda locked me up in a padded cell.
Interesting euphemism.
That so works for me.
Aeryn.
I'm gibbering.
Then I can't arrest you!
...nothing.
Pity your mother.
No.
M-m-mental
Well, well.
Got no assumed name. You're not playin' a role.
and everybody's wondering what finally made me snap.
Fight this delusion.
It suggests,
Don't worry.
Watch you back, he's got ambition.
Man, hot in here.
Toto.
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
John!
I'm still on Moya.
I'm gonna get that chip outta my head.
Made me imagine things. Everything she wanted to hear. But hey,
We're just discussing your future.
now then your subconscious would become aware of me.
So, what's your name? Who do you play in this fun house?
a living ship full of strange alien life-forms...
This is a deliberate...
There is of course another interpretation for your confusion.
Mm mm.
...cognitively dislocated as they get.
As it should be.
...is reflexively responding to his heat.
let's get out of here.
They made you up out of my memories! It's just...
He...he looked like he was human but...
Induced delusions to break down all...
Scorpius.
Look at you...Look at you...
- Mr. Logan, please excuse my son, he's been... hut up!
So,
But she's not gonna kick you loose without a full psyche report.
- with me in a little Luxan bonding ritual?
So! You're the reckless son of a bitch who refused to abort,
twenty nine dollars and forty cents.
Meet Doctor Bettina Fairchild!