Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, sir. Softball season's over, sir.
Whoa...
we have you five meters outside of the perimeter.
Uh, it is... For now.
Those pants are peachy keen.
And let me guess, none of them have seen him either?
make sure he's ready to get those drones up in the air. Okay?
Agent Franklin?
I need immediate analysis. Now, people. Let's go!
(DOOR OPENS)
You move at the speed of sound, I can make a pen float.
Oh, Wanda, don't be like that.
Artificial Intelligence.
It's okay, I can stay with Grandma and...
WANDA: No.
It's been three weeks and you're the first to report.
You guys look like you might get down with those little pod things.
Captain Rambeau!
-No. I'm good to go. -Excellent.
Who are you?
Nothing.
and half of those remaining have lost their nerve.