Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I for one am fed up.
cost-of-living adjustment.
Do not make this about them.
Freaking ODIN. I can't believe this. How many are there?
- How? Nobody knows why we're striking. - Well, we can't say "Hey, right upstairs...
... we're pinned down, okay? We need a... Aah!
What? Sir, you have to slow...
You can't put a price on good pussy.
- Heh. Bet she's freaking out right now. - Oh, my God.
But you make shitloads more than we do.
I'm thinking goggles, yes. Shovels...
- Vital mission? - Not on the master clipboard.
- Okay. - Oh, my God, yes.
- Uh, skipper, if I could jump in here. - Trexler.
Because I am officially out of gin.
And I'm sure I don't need to remind you...
I mean, is Burt Reynolds not the man in that?
So thank Cyril for the tiny brown diamond.
And now not only are you hiring another agency...