Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no, man! My little sproutling.
So I am.
Where is Mortdecai?
Sorry, Inspector Martland, sir.
Do you feel unsafe?
- What are you doing? - Oh, no. To the left a bit.
this is not the first time I've shot Jock.
Heavens, no. You needn't worry yourself.
I should think the special one, Jock.
Your Grace,
Give me the painting.
a bit of an acoustic nightmare.
and we will find that painting if it is the last thing we do.
Drop the gun!
Ah!
Why can't you invest in saving us from financial ruin?
was a matter of some overdue bills on the Rolls,
Uh, Branspath? Okay. Thank you so much.
(MORTDECAI SIGHS)
Bloody good show, Jock!
Get the blowtorch.
he would destroy a magnificent work of art.
I may have (CLEARS THROAT) mentioned Bronwen
(MUMBLING)
fair shot with most weapons.
MILTON: Doesn't she look like my mother?
Spinoza, you silver-tongued scallywag.
Johanna, you look lovely.
Three.
Man down! Man down!
Of course, Johanna.
Will it be all right in the end?
I'll trim it.
Mmm?
I shall secure the perimeter.
Is there a purpose to your presence?
- (WOMAN MOANING) - (MAN GRUNTING)
The Goya she was cleaning.
Hundreds and hundreds of millions,
Well, the lady with the hair and brain.
Alastair, what are you doing here?
If you are growing that excrement on your lip
No, I never drink alcohol.
And we move on to Lot Four.
That painting could be anywhere by now, sir.
That... Well... Quite.
MARTLAND: Those bank codes won't fall into
We must go shooting again. Jock has fully recovered.
Enough!
Is she?
Oh, Charlie...
except one.
Have we taken a wrong turn and arrived
Nobody make a move.
Forty-five, thank you, sir. 45, 50, back on the...
(WOMAN SIGHING)
It is a privilege, Jock.
Anonymously, of course.
to Johanna at lunch today.
and unreservedly offer my deepest...
a discussion about three...
And in charge, thank you very much.
MORTDECAI: The rest was a bit rude,
Cover me, as it were?
Tell him to ring back
Where is Mortdecai?
AUCTIONEER: Now, can we go to 500?
And it is customary in these situations
when the allies captured Goering...
I couldn't say, sir.
(BOTH SPEAKING CANTONESE)
(AUCTIONEER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
But Spinoza's already there.
JOCK: Oh, I've got a sensitive tummy!
Is this a tryst?
(JOCK GRUNTING)
I've given you a lot of rope over the years, Charlie.
Some warmed blinis, creme fraiche,
Oh, dear, sweet, resourceful Jock.
The door? Please?
- Blackfriar's Hall. - We must do this again.
Uh, she was said to be his greatest masterpiece.
Lady Mortdecai.
WOMAN: Hi.
In vague terms.
(EXHALES)
in no way obviates the fact
that I've bumped my head...
- Of course. - (LAUGHING)
that you very nearly caused an international incident.
Let's get back to the Duchess.
So glad you called.
and vodka so ice cold you need gloves to handle it.
Jock? Please can you take the Sheridan
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
Open your balls?
Her Lady Mortdecai to see you, Your Grace.
Why did it have to be art?
Focus, man! There are but five days to insolvency.
Oh, God, I missed you terribly.
MORTDECAI: Johanna, my darling.
Course, I'll just, uh... I'll shut the door.
for mustachioed men such as I!
Thank you, sir.
whether any unsavory types have enlisted you
Emil!
This way.
Oh! Oh!
He's on his way home.
Oh, yes.
Terribly sorry.
Oh!
How the fuck should I know?!
Better out than in. All right...
Terribly sorry, sworn to secrecy.
The fine wine?
Oh, my!
A chap called Bunny's
is it not?
(GRUNTS)
Checking in?
It's a privilege, sir!
and the rumored possessor of the lost Goya.