Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I find your lack of faith disturbing. - I find your mannish hands disturbing.

I'm sorry. That... That's a funny word.

What is that smell? Gravlax and failure

- What is that smell? - Gravlax and failure.

Our agents are highly-trained in many disciplines.

- Ugh. - I changed it again.

- It's okay. - Aah!

And as you may or...

- Can we get off my fingers? - Yeah, they are pretty big.

Hurry, the Beekmans will be back any time.

OH FOR PETE'S SAKE AND THEY DIDN'T DO ONE DISH

ISIS is a distant second to ODIN. Very distant.

- Uh, thank you. Kind of. - May I please cup one in my hand?

- Gravlax, anyone? - No. No gravlax. I need painkillers.

- I am Torvald... - Utne, I know.

Places, everyone.

- This is why I don't get you nice things. - Not that. Him. Uta, that was Duchess.

No. Have you never seen CSI? This is already, like, Clue Town.

- Oh, for... Torvald. - Bet you get that a lot, huh, Torvie?

Come on. Everybody shoots. Hey, I wanna go. Bam!

You're only here because I may need you to take one for the team.

Then ate their corpse. I saw where you were going.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt? - Yes, it hurt. What is wrong with you?

Only to pay for European med school. Ha, ha.

Sterling! What? Look, he thinks he's people.

And besides, we're not going far.

And if the Needle kills Utne, we won't even get our per diem.