Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(STAMMERING) By myself?
holding a dead man's Goya.
Right.
sent her a Goya to be cleaned.
The auction got it.
Recently, he's been working his way up to the wickedest.
Alastair.
to look at his John Thomas.
Bronwen lied from the start.
The only advice I offer is you do not apply
- Go bid! - Oh!
I understand you were close with Bronwen Fellworthy.
Thank heaven.
Yangtze ceramics are low-fired.
An exquisite invitation, Your Grace,
Alastair.
(BOTH GAGGING)
Oh, don't worry about her.
Does it matter?
So you admit there were indiscretions?
Right. Yes, well...
then found out it is worth only one!
Out of the way, out of the way.
I was admiring your Franz Joseph.
...what else can you tell me about Strago?
- Wouldn't that be funny? - Hilarious.
Bunny is a soldier in your unit?
No, I do not know that, Maurice.
There's more, there's more, there's more...
You one book short of a library, you maggot? Eh?
You mother-loving bastard! Hello.
(CLICKING)
(LAUGHING)
(SIREN WAILS)
Mortdecai.
and became the stuff of legend.
Oh...
My love, you are killing me. Please.
Already have, madam.
Ooh...
It's not some Toyota Clitoris.
Which Duke?
(EXHALING SHARPLY)
Interested now?
Goody. Every subject of the Crown and
(MORTDECAI STAMMERING)
JOCK: Hang on, sir!
Sorry. You were saying?
Thank you!
Once in a while I provide him
I sunk into an uneasy slumber,
Uh, no. We have two items of business.
MARTLAND: I followed you.
(GUNSHOT)
(WHIMPERING)
Oh yeah hey you Going to Chuck E. Cheese’s
(YELLING)
it is a bargain at two million pounds.
of the fairer sex do find it quite appealing.
threatening the lives of your countrymen.
"(WAILING)"
there is more here than meets the eye.
- Martland... - God.
Well, come on, then.
Just a little something I cooked up
MORTDECAI: Rotten timing for him.
Oh, I see.
a proper send-off.
No!
Yes, sir.
Shall we to business then, Fang?
(JOCK AND WOMAN MOANING ON PHONE)
Bit of a moron, actually.
MARTLAND: There's their car!
I wouldn't, mate. I really wouldn't.
And 10 percent of the insurance money
He is the filthy underside.
My... My love. My...
Do Not Disturb sign, and a bulldozer.
I say, old bean!
MARTLAND: Oh, is he still alive?
Some say that Goya himself engineered the theft.
Oh! Hello!
But
MAN: Where is he?
I never met your mother.
to my client, Milton Krampf,
Jockie, thank heavens! Where have you been, man?
You cheated me in our last deal.
Come, come. Let's not be rash.
Goya was commissioned by Charles IV of Spain
The Duke is Bunny.
Please, will you make up
- Jock? - Yeah?
And I shan't be having dinner downstairs this evening.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
I'll call Spinoza in the morning.
Oh, you know who I mean.
Metaphoric woman... Women.
I deeply, deeply love
- Yes! - Well then, what's the point?
(MORTDECAI YELPING)
Ahh!
Cowgirl
MORTDECAI: Besides being the finest garage man
Come on, you little bastards. Come out and get it.
Oh, excellent.
What?
Oh! Ooh!
Hmm?
Oh.
You have a Turner of the Loire,
(GROWLING)
some discussion about your finger.
Well, good luck, mate.
Oh...
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
It's so wonderful to have someone
Recently, after we'd concluded the sale of a painting
of the building, break through the window, grab the painting.
Bit redundant, really, as he's dead.
Autumn Master's Sale. We shall begin with Lot One.
We are going to enter the Goya into the auction,
(DOOR BUZZING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
Find out if he's got that painting.
I needed something bold, distinctive.
to disastrous effect upon the world.
(YELPS)
(YELLING)
MORTDECAI: A fake? How do you know?
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Ooh.
Ah! Hello, Spinoza, you handsome devil!
as it were?
Oh, God!
- Like this? - Sorry, I meant to the right.
Well then, Mr. Krampf. I suppose since you're here