Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Flares are going up Flares are going up ♪
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
- [gun cocks] - [Three] I am the danger.
This is pure shit.
- [gun cocks] - [bullets bounce on floor]
[reporter 4] We understand now that they're dropping Rovach off to rebels.
- Get the masks! - Gas! Gas!
...to go where you please.
He's up there! On top!
As a matter of fact, his family fought for us since the Second World War.
It's just bad luck.
What do you say?
Looks like the letters are backwards.
- You said you were covering the door. - I was covering the door.
Go! Go! Let's go!
[Four] "Here" here. Like, here?
[man] Hey!
Whatever's left over, they bury in the desert.
I think he never had one.
♪ Through the struggles And the trade-offs ♪
Anyway, the two sons fought, and the bad one came out on top,
[Seven] Yeah.
It's gonna be over soon!
♪ You must find a way ♪
I mean, I wasn't "sure" sure. I had a suspicion, but I, uh...
[man, echoing] Hey, kid!
Specificity.
[in Cantonese] Shut that music down!
- ["The Fear" by The Score playing] - [people screaming]
Ish. Yes, Mama, by Kansas.
Where did the guys come from?
What are you gonna do?
Watch out for that...
Hey, I think they got us. You wanna...
[man 2] Oh, please tell me you didn't kill a mafia guy in Italy!
President. Ready to go underway.
[Seven] Eagle's landed.
Wrong way!
♪ Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight
Right now, I'm shit scared.
She's, uh, she's bleeding.
Nobody's gonna save the world.
- [bell tolling] - ...at his hero's grave.
Don't scratch my boat with your guns. It cost me one billion manat.
[ping]
Oh, I know what I'm gonna be.
Daqeeq is under strict order:
Anybody got eyes on the target?
There's that old cliché, "Does art actually imitate life?"
- [Three] Go down! - [One] Stop!
Do I amuse you?
[tense electronic music playing]
Fine.
Now? I'm conducting surgery.
Don't help. Just stay right there, James Bond. Thank you.
So, how long's this been going on?
For nothing...
[Four] Slow it down, One. Slow it down.
- And minus the word snatch... - Snatch?
- Oh! - [doorbell rings repeatedly]
Ever stage a coup d'état?
- No. - [One] Tony Dow?
Look, Bond, you gotta get here fast.
We better hurry.
Adiós, asshole.
I'm gonna need your finger. Come here.
[One, on intercom] I can hear you, and if you're gonna shit your pants,
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
♪ I wish that I was ♪
Thank you.
[electrical hum]
Next time, can we just knock off a fucking casino?
He's the key.
Kill me here, huh?
Where's your mommy?
I've been robbing my whole f... I can make you money.
- [One, in English] Go open the boxes. - [man] Pass them out.
Southwest side.
[Two] No, no! Stop!
[Three] Come on. Hurry, Seven.
It's Billy.
Where is the bathroom?
[distant police sirens wailing]
You're embarrassing me.
I have no idea what happens when you die.
What would you say to that?
Oh, we can do some shit...
I can't sleep.
My generals, the Four Horsemen, were just executed.
- [man exclaims] - [woman screams]
he heard as a kid about his grandfather.
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
Russia
♪ Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight ♪
- No. - Well, he likes you.
Carvers.
How many billionaires do you actually know?
[echoing] Baby... Baby... Baby...
Yeah, One told me about that.
[rebels clamoring]
There's so many fucking vias in Italy.
We'll see if this works.
Hey. Who's this honey badger?
- [gunfire] - [driver speaking in Italian]
Las Vegas has more facial recognition software than any place on Earth.
Murat!
It's everywhere. News outlets and foreign governments are greeting it
Don't forget his brother.
[in English] Every man we've got, fully armed and tacked.
If we were to crash, no one would ever know or care.
[One] Hurry, Seven.
They store him in a stateroom.
Maybe later we can... coochie-coochie?
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[One] All right, we're gonna tiptoe through these waypoints here, under radar.
[man] Move it here!
Remind me, where the fuck is "here?"
Was that Eminem?
I can't see!
Oh, well, that's pretty simple, you know?
[all coughing]
[police siren wailing]
Haunt them...
345-Tango-Tango.
- [Four] Mm. - [Five] No more immigration lines.
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
[Rovach] Scramble all squadrons.
- Zero. - Zero.
- We're leaving him. - What?
♪ Fighting tooth and nail On the way up ♪
[men grunting, groaning]
I'm sorry.
[One] Never underestimate the power of a very nice suit.
[rapid beeping]
Badges? We don't need no stinking badges.