Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll come back.
Curtis. Is it time?
Put that useless gun down, put it away.
You are now in her heart.
I am a hat and you are a shoe.
Under the snow this is everywhere
Too bad you couldn't save your own second in command.
Yea, a fucking long one!
I got it, I got it.
two,
It was like a miracle.
This can't be a window, can it?
There are actually many things on board that are rumored to be extinct.
Get outta there!
And now... in front of our hallowed water supply section,
No, I'm just saying, what kind of chance do we have...
Lock the gate!
And now, the perfectly correct number of human beings
Wilford... Wilford knows.
I belong on the head - you belong on the foot.
She believed we could survive outside the train
It has been claimed that CW-7 is the answer to global warming.
Mmmm, hi, excuse me. Sorry to bother you there,
When was the last time you were alone? You can'! remember, can you?
You fucking bastard!
The Water Supply Section?
I didn't stock up on ii for years just to get high
WW do you say that?
Let's go Tim. Come on. Let's go.
Seventeen. You're a train baby, then?
What do you say?
The type of snow that's about to melt
Wilford, Wilford, hip hooray!
No bullet?
Although you've been fucking smelling that flammable shit,
(Icelandic) Happy New Year!
Cozy, yes? Peaceful.
Even shorter than mine, you bastard!
That's her baby!
Alright! Let's go everyone!
And we are witnessing it!
And I'm going to buy it for the single player campaign
Yes!
Gate
Andy!
How did you know there was nobody there?
I've never seen anything like that.
You know what I really want?
Right.
I'm okay
Don't push! There's plenty of room.
We would all be hideously overcrowded and starved waiting for that.
who have sucked on the generous titty of Wilford ever since, for food and shelter!
Come right...
We gotta pull them out by the roots.
Yeah. If we can get him to cooperate, he can take us all the way to the front of the train.
It will never die!
Simply put, it's a fucking bomb!
Stay back there! Stay back there ma'am. Stay back.
No.
A shoe does not belong on your head. A shoe belongs on your foot.
Not yet, Tanya. Soon.
No.
Are you clairvoyant?
Okay.
Eating steak dinners and listening to string quartets and that.
From a very young age, Mr. Wilford's love of locomotives was apparent.
5, 4.
Yes.
Steaks, plenty of room.
Oh, he could go on for hours, all with only one arm!
You must tend the Engine, keep her humming.