Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I cocked up, eh?
It was horrible.
It was him.
...really very decent of you.
Yeah. I know, mate.
Get to fuck.
England will soon be yours, my girl.
Why are you so unhappy?
If she refuses, she has to go.
Ooh, you're as cold as ice.
Never have, never will.
You're more of a "modern young woman," aren't you?
Friday.
This is my dear friend Martha.
I called the Army Records Office.
She becomes undisputed leader of the League.
I am.
You're a nutcase, you are, or a bloody liar.
He has been waiting.
Can't help you. Sorry.
of outright anarchy...
that we have an asset very close to Undine Thwaite.
We're losing the battle on the streets.
No.
Well done. Keep thinking.
Sorry, Bazza. I know I was out of order, but...
I love you, Pat. I don't want you to die.
♪ Don't you know that I love you? ♪
I can't think of a more plausible story.
you ask them to give me a call.
She's drunk and stoned and pathetic.
We want a truce, and I asked them to arrange
Speaking of hands, take mine.
I'm so happy, Mrs. Gaunt.
I'm that proud of you.
He's an American agent. CIA.
You kiss my ass, you skinny poof.
Splendid.
I'm trying to act sensible, but I'm on needles all the time.
Actually, you're wasting mine.
A feeling.
Well, I have a battle ahead.
Why kill one of them when you should kill both?
I'm good, thank you.
Time will tell, Mr. Crowley.
You move fast.
Why come to you?
He's very fashionable.