Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you totally deranged?
Bye, sis.
Come in.
And hearing My wife left me this morning?
I Wendy... I Wanda... I wonder... I w-w-w...
OK, fine. Fine, Ken. Come at me. Gimme your best shot.
Hello?
Molto pericolo...
- Yes. - Hey, I'm merely curious.
- Where's Bartlett? - He's upstairs. So, where are they?
He believes me. He can't figure out you.
ever call me stupid. OK?
What is this, Hump a Limey Week suddenly?
- What? - In the barrel.
I love you. You're funny.
- To 20 million. - To a job well done.
Show her a good time? Rub her out? T...
- OK. - Oh, no, no. Please.
That's it, then.
Ridiculous!
That's a chip up the nose, I'm afraid.
- Now... - George...
Thinking what I'll do to him.
- Yes. Thanks. Thanks, Otto. - I wanted you to trust me.
- It's all right! - What?
Don't, uh, ever, ever,
Oh, Archie! This isn't like you.
Hello, George. Get you a Scotch?
Necklace. Right. I'll think of something.
Why not indeed?
DELICIOUS!
But I've got a little time before my plane leaves
OK, OK, OK, OK. Don't get excited. OK, OK, OK.
Like nobody lies in England. Like Margaret Thatcher never lies.
I hav never been so humiliated in my life.
Ah, you made it. Good. Bit of a knock, I'm afraid.
- What are you thinking? - I'm trying to think of a reason
Oh, do shut up, Portia!
- Now! They sent a new girl. - Oh, Archie.
.
We don't meet up at Heathrow until Tuesday...
And now Sandersonís have sent the wrong flowers.
- The dog! - We didn't hit the dog, Ken. It's OK.
...usedto be, back in the early 14th century.
I'm gonna have to shoot you now.
Jesus! I said I'm sorry. What the fu...?
OK.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. - I haven't finished yet.
George Francis Thomason?
You must be j-j-j...
- Oh, no! - Well, are you hurt?
- He doesn't have a clue. - What?
- Oh, my God... - Asshole!
Thanks a lot. Bye. Have a good day.
Shut up, then.
She copped it!
It’s KKKevin cccoming to kkkill freedom…
- What's that? - My brother. He's using the bathroom.
- Yes. - George Thomason?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- What are you doing? - I'm thinking!
To be... honest, I, uh, hate them.
Not you, Ken. You've got a beautiful speaking voice. When it works.
That is correct, 6.2.
Oh, Archie.
- Apol... - Pardon me?
We don't have to.
- Get the fuck out! - I heard moaning. I was worried.
Oh. Oh, fine.
I don't think I can handle this.
# The Ca... The Ca... The Ca...
Please. Shit!
- Keep your hands up. - No!
- You got the hots for him? - I'm not into necrophilia.
Jesus, they're uptight.
stuck-up, snot-nosed,
I apologize unreservedly
Leg...
Restrain that man!
No!
and you want me to replace it with something awful...
Plead guilty, tell them where the loot is, you may get away with...