Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, but...
- What's your name? - Joe.
I've been too afraid to live my life, so I sold it to you...
She is?
And I'm just so appreciative of my life.
A miracle.
This is it.
Listen to me. These are my last words.
I have wasted my entire life and now I'm going to die.
It's great. I am glad. But the timing stinks.
I am not arguing that with you!
It's a sign of tremendous sophistication...
I don't know.
Some things take care of themselves.
- I should say something. - What are you muttering?
But...
Maybe, maybe.
Everyone you know, everyone you see, everyone you talk to.
That's the ironic part. Mr. Banks, you're a hypochondriac.
How are you?
- How's Dagmar? - She's okay.
Only a few people are awake...
All right.
A real journey
"... and ended up on the wrong side of Africa.
Why would I jump into a volcano?
I like your poem.
I was. Not now.
You're not dressed.
No, it's fine.
You mean stop taking money and leave L.A.?
Afraid of the commitment?
You mean, he set me up?
I'm not arguing that with you.
Give me your hand.
- Why do you let him talk to you like that? - Like what?
Are you Joe?
I know he can get the job, but can he do the job?
Well, get ready to heave, Felix.
I'm totally untrustworthy. I'm a flibbertigibbet.
On and off since then. About eight years.
It's not painful.
Lightning.
My throat is closing up.
You're married.
I bribed them to sing a song to drive us insane and make our hearts burst.
You can depend on at least four or five months of perfect health.
...who may or may not have understood my directions.
Why?
...that an angry fire god in the volcano will sink the island...
Maybe you should take me back to the hotel.
Hello, Cassie. It's Marshall. How do?
We're done!
It's complicated.
Six months. You can count on it being about that.
See?
Who said that? I didn't say that.