Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jill! Jill, you must be here! Jill!

You've been promoted.

But if you do have any complaints you wish to make...

Come on, darling. Put these away now. Mummy'll be here soon.

Please. Please, you've got to get me out of here.

All right, but for Christ's sake, don't lose it.

Could try next of kin.

Congratulations, DZ/015.

See you in the paddock.

Just there. Press harder his time.

-About these invoices... -Yes. Yes. Yes.

We did it! We did it!

to suit your individual taste.

-How can you... I'm gonna open it. -Don't touch that!

-I think we'll go have a little look. -No, you can't.

What are you talking about?

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY CHARTS?

Waiting for my daddy.

-Don't touch her! -No!

Wait, wait, wait! Wait!

"he became a second father.

-No hairline. -Oh, really, Louis!

-Yes. Thanks. Bye. -Hurry up.

Oh, yeah? Then where did this come from, eh?

What have you done with his body?

Why don't you go back to your office and I'll give you a knock

What a stupid thing.

Are you all right?

Oh. Well, thanks.

-Oh, my God. -Sam, where are you going?

Sorry about that, sir. Regulations.

All right, let’s try something else. Uh, from the top. Ready. One, two, three.

Don't touch it!

-Give my regards to Alison and the twins. -Triplets.

How much will it be for the, uh... for the work?

Searches from Central Banking about a check?

Uh, the Central Collective Storehouse computer has got him down as "deleted."

We're proud of our reputation and we protect it.

Yes. No. Cancel that. Okay.

Oi! Oi, you! Stop! Come back here! Stop!

they can't get decent staff anymore.

I thought I told you to deal with it. And what the hell is this mess?

We love romantic lingerie.

-Oh, my God! -No! Sam!

That's exit one on Green Pastures Highway at the Orange Blossom Flyover.

Well... It's only my first day.

Oh, please help me.

Oh, um, yes. A little something.

No, they don't fix themselves, sir.

Tuttle? His name's Buttle. There must be some mistake.

You killed Buttle?

Put it on, big boy. I won't look at your willy.

All you're requested to do at this stage is to sign this form.

Nice and easy now.

Hi there. I want to talk to you about ducts.

Oh, Christ, yes. You've seen her with her clothes off.

You look exquisite today. Merry Christmas.

And there are plenty of people in Central Services...

Cause and effect. That's the beauty of it.

I've tried that. But look. Look at this.

and that he is liable to certain financial obligations...

-What? -That's the deputy minister's lift.

They've got back to '-rhel8' without telling us

Well, she witnessed the Tuttle... Um, the Buttle arrest.

Good evening, David.

Hello? What? It's for you.

Information Retrieval is an executive branch.

Clarification notices from Accounting concerning unreturned receipts?

"Jillian Layton. Coloring: White. Hair: Blonde. Eyes: Blue. Height: 5 foot 4.

Keep going! Keep going! Faster!

Oh, let him go.

Are you all right? What happened to you after...

Do you believe that the government is winning the battle against terrorists?

What's this gun for?

Excuse me, Dawson. Could you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office, please?

Something for an executive.

It's as though he's there still speaking to me.

Really, Ida! Just because his techniques are revolutionary...

I called Central Services.

I'm afraid she's upped stumps and retired to the pavilion.

It's also accepted for gynecological examinations...

The bandages came off just this afternoon.

Looking ahead in financial matters is always a wise course.

# Tomorrow was another day #

Uh... Excuse me, sir. That is government property.

Lime, I have to use your computer.

When there's a woman involved, there's no stopping me.

Uh, would you like some tea?

Don't throw that. That's only for long distance.

-Tuttle? -Mm-hmm.

I won't be long.

Can you believe it?