Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

...Troy acquired real uranium. Even classicer.

Oh. Yeah, doesn't work there.

Well, this is a fricking disaster. I know.

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

Yes, that was the plan.

--Attempting to breach my perimeter?

Dude, there's a mole in your agency.

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

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

What was it we used to call you?

Come on, I'm dying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, figuratively. if it was literally...

Aw. Pigley Two.

...but it has tons of potential.

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

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

Actually no, I'm not sorry.

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

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

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

Yeah, and you know he was gay, right?