Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

--Attempting to breach my perimeter?

Actually no, I'm not sorry.

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

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

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

Yes, that was the plan.

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

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

...but it has tons of potential.

Aw. Pigley Two.

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

Well, this is a fricking disaster. I know.

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

Come on, I'm dying.

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

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

Yeah, and you know he was gay, right?

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

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

What was it we used to call you?

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

Well, figuratively. if it was literally...

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

Oh. Yeah, doesn't work there.

...Troy acquired real uranium. Even classicer.

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

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

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

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

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

Dude, there's a mole in your agency.