Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I lied! - What?
I suppose we could bump Mrs. Beekman.
MAUUUURRREEEEEEEEENNNN! WHAT?!
- See, it all started when you and Lana... - Cyril! You should tell her this.
- I was trying to stop a bomb plot. - Oh, my God, there is no bomb!
Cyril would totally freak. Malory, let me stay with you.
when we answer in the affirmative...
Which I’m sure is why I meant
- What were the last two letters? B.
- Rigid airship. - My top two agents will be on board.
Nice read, Velma.
Things for authorized personnel only!
And what about that are you still not getting, exactly?
- Are you joking? What? - Rigid airships...
M as in Mike, or N as...
Release the mooring cable!
...T, X, S. - T-X-X? Two X's?
Irony.
Blowing it up will send the stock price down to zero.
What, are you mostly paid in tips?
- Uh... I'm sorry, what? - You. Now. Led Zeppelin suite.
Want to blow us all to shit Sherlock!
For the last time, you idiot! It's not hydrogen...
Cyril's already freaked out enough about us sharing this shoebox...
- Wait, wait, wait, we were going? - The von Zeppelin suite.
On the rigid airship Excelsior...
- Filled with helium. - Which is non-flammable! Dumb-ass.
Archer Ref
... you'll be enjoying them in style. And safety!
Oh, actually we are fully booked.