Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Waah!
The fact the government let you two fruit-bats adopt a baby.
Oh, for — what the shit, Woodhouse?
BISHOP: None of my business.
# The Baby On The Bus Goes Wah Wah Wah. Wah Wah Wah. Wah Wah Wah. The Baby On The Bus Goes Wah Wah Wah. Wah Wah Wah.
...while she's in Atlantic City.
BISHOP: That's what he said.
Oh, my God.
[GLASS SHATTERING]
Gloucester fell off the roof mucking about with the aerial.
Oh, no, the flat belongs to Mr. Archer, who is my...
[WOODHOUSE SCREAMING]
Oh, a few minutes more.
Three-large 50, three large a Benjamin, three-large...
Well, we were the two youngest...
No, Stilton was always quite keen on that. Remember?
Ma ma ma ma da da da da
Yeah. Yeah, count me in.
Well, Scripes is on his way here, so...
Plus, what he named his plane.
Naked
See? That's how the world works, dear...
ARCHER: No!
Water? Never touch the stuff. Fish fuck in it.
Fuck No, fuck no, fuck no. Woodhouse, I can either fucking do Oh My Fucking God, you are such a goddamn little dumbass brat. Here
That's why you're so upset?
I can do baby, or I can do geezer murder mystery...
Clapped-out Arab whore traded it for a pint. Said it was sterling.
[BABY ARCHER CRYING]
Reggie!
[GULPING]
The paper, sir. There's an item...
MALORY: Nope. ARCHER: Yes.
Mustard gas! Zepplins!
[PLANE CRASHING]
About time. Ass.
Yeah, I'm just getting that.
[PIRANHA PLANT LULLUBY PLAYS] [NAKED TRAIN PASSENGERS SLEEPING]
So, what would your vacation spot and time be? i know!
[IN BRITISH ACCENT] Mustard gas. Zeppelins. No.
But since I don't have a calculator...