Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ladies and gentlemen, we're descending into Los Angeles.
- Good morning, Mr. Banks. - Good morning, Dagmar.
Don't you think I'm aware there's a woman here?
...despicable people.
May you live to be a thousand years old, sir.
Mayday! This is the Tweedle Dee.
- Hey, Joe, how about a tux? - I'll get one, if you get one?
I told you I was a flibbertigibbet.
Okay.
Listen Joe, What's this DeDe tells me about the catalogues?
No.
- You're going to die? - But so what?
- You speak English. - I have learned.
No, no, no.
Okay, I won't.
The Dungeness crabs.
He's got two of them.
He was wrong.
You know, I put out fires.
Great. Does the driver come with that?
Waponis come out to meet you. A total red-carpet situation.
See? You never feel great.
Suck! Suck!
Good night.
Couldn't they think of something better than "a brain cloud"?
It's okay.
You ever think about killing yourself?.
Perhaps you'll want a second opinion.
- I don't know how to answer that question. - Can I come in to talk?
Where would you go?
- Banks. - Clothes make the man. I believe that.
I gave you carte blank in here.
What?
How do you feel if I tied you up For your outfit
Tonight we will have a big feast.
You have to understand something about art.
Mr. Waturi.
Till now I've lived on a tiny island called Staten Island.
I have an American Express gold card. Can I rent a limousine for the day?
Did I ever tell you that the first time I saw you...
I don't have a brain cloud?
So, you got no clothes.
I'm the daughter of the guy who hired you. Angelica Graynamore.
- What are you doing? - I'm opening or closing the main drain.
Thank you. I feel great.
How do I feel if I tied you up for Your outfit
Get below, start the engine. Tell Tony to head us into the wind.
This is one of those conversations where we're open...
Don't say anything until we finish our conversation.
I love you.
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If you treat this like a job instead of a welfare hospital, you'll shape up!
I can't think of anything to say.
And now you're going to kill yourself.
Wow! What a change.
I'm right here!
- I don't feel inflexible. - You're inflexible! Totally.
What?
You do some trading.
You're shaking.
...and sharing our thoughts and it's all bullshit...
Nothing happened.
- I guess so. - Why?
What's that mean?
Okay.
That was a long time ago.
Commuted to this job in a shut-up room, pumped-in air, no sunshine...
It's 20 days from today before you'd have to jump into the volcano.
Don't go on deck. The engines, check on Dagmar.