Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No wonder you people lost the empire! And you know what? scotland's Next!
Stand by. The client's in position.
What do we do now?
This will not be easy.
This is Spenser.
- And we have Germans coming for dinner. - Exactly.
- Mr. Ritchie, he go for port. - Which port?
Is fun for you, but we have to clean up after. Please.
- Oh, no. - Ugh.
Wait Japan is preparing silently
No lumps.
The Theater of Life.
Knock yourself out.
Radio contact only from now on.
with happy voices and the patter of little feet.
Now, listen here, comrade. I know nothing about any American agent.
We have to be Bonnie and Clyde?
It's getting so that decent people can't even go out on the street anymore...
Here comes trouble.
I'm the only one standing on a ledge! Jimmy!
Now.
Wallace Ritchie.
Just give me the money!
He is sweet.
Where's Mr. Ritchie?
Where are the letters?
Would you mind stepping out of the car, please, sir?
- Think so? - Know so.
Spenser!
Excuse me! Excuse me! Hello, hello. Uh, no pass, no entry, I'm afraid.
There's more to this than just dirty letters.
- Come on, come on. - Um...
remember to flush. Out.
Oops. This real pen. Heh.
Uh, half a day. Good night, Garrett.
Our major strength is diversification.
- Boris. Please. - Boris.
Uh, of course.
Welcome to Great Britain, Mr. Ritchie.
What were you going to do with these? I'll help you.
Psst.
Call the police now, then! Go on!
You have beans!
There's a hallway. We can walk.
at least tell me.
The man has...
See you later.
It says this mystery guy...
Uh, I hate to break out of character, uh, but...
There's nothing in here but silly money.
Do you have insurance?
YOU INVENTED THE DAMN LANGUAGE. SO TALK TO ME!
What are you doing using one of our communicators?
Stop complaining. Give me the letters. Quick.
Downtown Brussels.
How come you not sniff on his turn?
Enormously.
Now it's too far in.
you cannot shout into a person's ear.
What? What's the matter?
It's a piece of crap.
Boris Blavasky?
we shall be treated to...
Today is my birthday. Happy birthday, sir.
You get a load of this?
Consuela, the door, the door.
Would you, uh, excuse me one second?
You don't trust me, do you? .....
Fabulous. Fabulous.
There's a big guy standing behind you.
Are you a member of our Frequent Renters' Club?
Help me!
- Fifty! - Mm-hm.
Wonderful to see you again.
Um, it seems there's a bit of a problem...
- You okay? - Yeah, just another Old Spice guy.
Drama or a musical?
It's all right. You don't get it. It's experimental.
Really behind me? Heh.
Mr. President...
Shoot him?
Albert, if you don't say it, it won't work. What are you?
Doesn't that just bite it?
It's not sealed on right.
He liked giving me money. I needed it. So I let him, okay?
My God, that can't be them.
We want to question him in connection with a murder.
Did you see what I did?
All my life I've wanted to do this.
Hold it, Wally.