Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nobody had been paid in months. The foundation was broke.

...ignoring the obvious one of why an ocean research lab...

The bear from Star Wars?

But-- Okay, granted, that was super shitty.

...everybody has a happy ending.

There's only three.

Like, I'm Randy Magnum, local Emmy-winning cameraman...

To do a one-on-one interview.

I hate him. I'm never speaking to him again.

...but also somehow irreparable brain damage.

How are none of these a minibar'?

Which are where again, exactly?

So, Cyril, I'm thinking, um, coffee liqueur?

Pam's, like, gay for doomsday.

And also my salary is $600,000 a year.

You frenched me, Ray. Heh-heh-heh!

Wait, you wanna end all fishing? For 50 years?

I'm glad that's behind us...

Uh, okay, uh, one of two things is going to happen now.

A little peach juice, a little of that old Kentucky Moon, and boom.

That might actually work. Of course.

...and fry the CPU that made his bionic legs work?

Best case, for a strong swimmer, two minutes.

Heh. Wait, you have an actual plan?

I am tough-but-fair investigative reporter Sojourner King.

And I just refilled the cans.

Because the real insanity is the systematic--

- The bridge is where the chair is. But--

And I have forgiven you for being such an incorrigible douche.

Two score, so around 40. Sorry, should have finished my--

That remains to be seen, and shut up, because Lana is going to be a mother.