Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now he plays 5 days a week, keeps his clubs in the trunk of his car, and loves to rub it in the face of his competitors with a post-putt birdie dance.
Oh!
Sì. Sì. They should give everyone an alpaca.
[as Luciana] I mean, Police Chief.
This time I'll hit a handyman.
about to be burned at the stake for a crime we didn't commit.
- Hector, please. - Hector, we're waiting.
It's two more couplets from Isadora.
- Where can we go? - We're in the middle of nowhere.
[babbles]
♪ Look away, look away ♪
You broke rule number one
Your invention worked.
Do you think that being naturally photogenic
I love your artwork.
Goodbye, Baudelaires.
I'm talking about tooth marks on Count Olaf's body.
The worst we ever tasted. And they promised me that next year
until they come of age and their fortunes are ours.
The firehouse was their headquarters.
It's a Latin term meaning "god from the machine."
You have quite a way with words, Detective.
It was Isadora's idea to use the couplets as a code.
Some city folk come from villages. Hello, Mr. Lesko. How's retirement?
[as Olaf] Ah, cocktail hour.
which seems unlikely now.
This is terrible.
Burn them!
A place that's large and mobile and away from prying eyes.
Nobody will even stop by...
[Lemony] As the Baudelaires watched their friends vanish up in the air,
I'm going to think "handful" isn't going to become a real and correct word anymore. I'm going to think "handful" isn't going to become a real and correct word anymore.
[as Dupin] Hey, everybody, those half-cat murder birds have recruited accomplices.
I don't know how much longer we can hold Sunny up.
The only bird I like is in a chicken sandwich.
and becomes a long-distance runner.