Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They have blood types and birthdays and sock drawers.

I'm feeling fucking carsick.

You are going to meet Viktor, the arms dealer.

These attacks on my generals

[Three] What are you doing?

[tires screech]

My brothers and, uh, my sisters.

to families, friends, employers, organizations.

If I was up there, I'd expect you to leave me and not turn back.

- They're gonna hit us! - What's going on?

- They do? - Yeah.

So, here we are. A little eyeball led us to these fuckhead generals,

- It's a little tight. - [tires screech]

[Five] It's time.

He's definitely an arsehole, but a likable arseshole, no?

- [police siren wails] - [Seven] Contact!

[woman] Just do your job.

Refugee camps are emptying. It's an amazing sight to see.

Show my enemies what's in store for them and for those they love.

[men screaming]

When you're young, you lock yourselves into all of these bad decisions.

Six, fake 'em out. I'm coming to you.

A little scary up here, but...

[exhales sharply]

I got the targets all grouped in the kitchen.

And what about you?

Fuck you, too, technology.

[car horn blaring]

♪ Tell them the truth But they think it's just made up ♪

Look, your client is a half-wit, fuckstain war criminal.

I'm going back to Turgistan.

[One] We have 15 minutes before HK police arrive.

Why is everyone on a fucking Vespa?

Arianna. Big guy's still staring at me, isn't he?

- [tires screech] - [man yells]

Do you know anything about that?

and I couldn't cut through it even with a billion-dollar sword.

What are you doing here?

Kill me right now.

It's an emotional movie.

- [in English] Get me to the rescue boat. - One.

- [automatic gunfire] - [shouts]

but sometimes you gotta put bad guys on thrones.

State-run television.

I've got four guys on me. I'm on the upper deck, and I'm screwed.

I'm cool with that.

[echoing breath]

[Seven] We got five more targets.

♪ Give up the fight ♪

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[One] What's your opinion?

[both grunting]

It filed no flight plan, it ignored control and then disappeared.

♪ Oh, let me take you there ♪

[guests shouting, screaming]

Don't handle your shit, flush it down the toilet like a grown-ass man.

I became a ghost.

[suspenseful electronic music playing]

[Three] Woochie-woochie-coochie.

- He's not a hitman. And I'm not a CEO. - A rich asshole?

And I will never tell you to not pull that trigger.

if you could do the job that you were put on this Earth to do?

You should thank me. I just saved the mission.

You could have fought a million battles.

- ♪Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪ - ♪ I do it for the glory ♪

I would've been the last man standing.

♪ I wish that I was bulletproof Bulletproof ♪

[colonels pleading in panic]

Daqeeq, seriously?

So, what the fuck are you looking at, Nurse Ratched?

- Cops. I've been kidnapped! - I'm gonna kill him.

Specifically and immediately.

- What is that? - Three blew the budget on the Ferrari.

- You should have seen your face. - You sick fuck!

There's movement, man.

- Well, we do now, dumbass. - [Seven] Nice.

No, no, no, no, no!

No more DMV lines, no more shopping Christmas...

To mean nothing to anyone.

[man] Presidente, we go live in five minutes.

- You don't look through a bullet hole. - I'm so mad at everyone right now.

Big motherfucker.

Was that, uh...

Yeah, me either, Mama. Working for him didn't agree with me.

I'm a little afraid. What do you want me to say?

Maybe a little bit.

He'll violate every single principle your nation holds dear.

Three little words have helped dictators rule:

Oh, no.Wait. Wait. I got it.

♪ I wish that I was ♪

French history stuff.

[woman on TV] Anything happen in school today?

Grab my hand! Grab my hand!

(REVVING) VrrrrrRRRRROoooOOOmmMM!!!

Don't look at me like that. I'm fucking American.

[Two, in Turkmen] You're the last living general...

- [engine roars] - [tires screech]

♪ Bullet-bulletproof ♪

Got the target. Moving out.

- [chuckles] - Mmm.

Goddamn it. You go eat some food.

- The things I say. - Mm-hmm.

Take the wheel! Take the wheel!

I would love to meet your mother.

[in Turkmen] Damn zit!

Mind if I turn on some music?

♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪

[men screaming]