Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, my God. - I'm stuck!

Spare me the prima donna act

Wait. What am I supposed to do when this is over?

I'm way off the script.

I'm a banker. I'm mortgaged to the hilt. I can't finance anything.

- That was fun. - Ha, ha.

It is and it isn't. It is.

some sort of right-wing extremist what-have-you.

Gilbert sent you, didn't he?

Be in the lobby of the Grand Plaza London...

I've always wanted to do that.

Stop. Can you back it out a little?

Did I break your nail?

Thanks very much. And it's Wallace.

We would like to be.

I suppose you were involved with that business in Helsinki with Ponsonby. Huh?

We'll send in the plumbers to flush Spenser.

I lost my ticket, but I'm a friend of the minister of defense.

There's something I want, and you're gonna have to let me do it.

Can you keep a secret? I'm taking this souvenir of my day.

If the tape stays out longer than that, you're not charged the extra $1.50.

Police. Quick. Turn the lights on.

Whoa, that was loud.

I'm just gonna recycle her now, and we'll go from there, okay?

When I was back in that room, I thought I was going to die.

- Want to try it again? - Yes.

my lords, ladies and gentlemen...

I had something more substantial in mind.

Why do you always go out the window?

Easy for you to say. He's my dog, not your dog.

- Which door is England? - That one there.

Get away from that phone

Oy, hold it right there.

Did you get your kicks, doctor? Huh?

In front of all these people, I had a solo.

I'm so sorry. This isn't theater.

Help! I'm being abducted. You've got to...

music and dance that seek to embody the souls...

This is busier than my butcher shop! Go away!

You're sure you were in Germany?

- Gilbert's gone. - Oh, no.

Rupert Witherington, our chief overseas expert.

What are you? CIA? Mafia?

I want an all-ports alert, effective immediately. Close all ports.

from one of the most dangerous women in the world.

Stop! Don't torture him, or his brother will kill us all!

Hello, Sergei, I think we may have a bit of a problem.

Watch the foot.

Here's our esteemed minister of defense.

Good point. It could be Gilbert's men.

Remember to flush.

Well, punk, do you?

Spenser, do something. Those are my letters. Bastards!

Just flown over from America. I'm an American.

ls our diversification.

because my husband's on urgent government business.

Get away from that phone!

pop down to the cellar.

But there's a downside.

They don't want to see their daddy dead on the street somewhere.

the dancers from Russia will perform a dance...

Either that was her tongue or she's got three lips.

I'm Mrs. Ritchie. Can I help you?

Let's find the letters.

Dr. Ludmilla Kropotkin will die.

Take the money.

- Do you mind? - Thank you, bloke.

- Yeah, I'd like to believe that... - Heh, heh.