Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, really. It's a sign of respect.

I don't know what I saw yesterday.

[saw straining]

[Captain grunts]

I don't have any idea what you're talking about. What key?

Thanks, Sam. Appreciate the update.

[frantic music continues]

[dramatic music playing]

What the heck was that?

-[clanking] -[high-pitched whir]

-Found what? -Your memory of what you saw yesterday.

You judge, and yet your kind created a key

[roaring continues]

-Are you, now? -[gasps]

[pants, grunts]

"Lord," quoth he. That a monster should be such a natural.

The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

No way. You caught something under that pail.

If you prove a mutineer, the next tree.

This is insane what you're saying. All of it.

[paramedic] Giving him one dose epi.

Gordie. [cries]

Great, that should do it.

Hey, um, while we're talking about actors, I had an idea.

[shallow breathing]

-Gordie, just-- [exhales sharply] -We're not here for conversation.

Get rid of it, Rendell.

A while, I think.

[piano creaking]

This is proof of concept.

[solemn music playing]

I'm not talking about this.

I didn't do anything.

[clears throat]

[young Gordie] What is that thing? Show it to me.