Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...Troy acquired real uranium. Even classicer.

Well, this is a fricking disaster. I know.

What was it we used to call you?

I don't, actually. Come on, there's too much evidence.

Actually no, I'm not sorry.

...he can drink Ireland under the table--

Well, figuratively. if it was literally...

Uh, yeah, tap-and-trace on the Cuban embassy.

Oh, some wacky new thing the kids are doing called "inventory control."

...the awesome Luke Troy, is on your stupid agenda!

What's not obvious, Mother, is why my best friend...

Uh... Ow! Ha-ha-ha!

No, asshole. As a bed-and-breakfast.

...who framed you for murdering colleagues and selling uranium on the black market?

Wha--? For a few lousy bullets? Well, one, uh, they are excellent bullets.

God, what a dick. Said your mom. Boom!

Yes, that was the plan.

Oh. Yeah, doesn't work there.

Aw. Pigley Two.

I am gonna give you the worst peer review in the history of them.

Come on, I'm dying.

...but it has tons of potential.

Dude, there's a mole in your agency.

Well, then maybe instead of doing my job, I'll go hang out in Vermont...

So if you'll excuse me, Mother, I have to go clear the name of an American hero.

Ha, ha. He's the new, whatever, gun librarian.

--Attempting to breach my perimeter?

Ha. What were you going for, ant-strength relative to the size of a human?

Yeah, and you know he was gay, right?

...four ODIN agents were dead, the uranium...

...that hobo I set on fire...