Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I'll just yank his pants off...

- Thank God you're all right, sir. - God and my twin Vickers, Woodhouse.

Idiots doing idiot things because they're idiots

Sorry, sir. Here we go.

Didn't seem the sort of place one takes a baby.

Oh, my God. Oh!

Trump supporters chanting stop the count in Georgia and count the votes in Arizona

Cannot picture you as a fighter pilot.

Yeah, didn't Oscar Wilde get hard labor for that?

I had just gotten him to sleep. Don't you know anything about babies?

BISHOP: Ow. - And my first-favorite lamp, fantastic.

But seriously, I've wanted to tell you this for ages, but I never quite knew how.

Rko Outta no where

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Foxley, I think.

ARCHER: Oh, what the hell? Hello?

Pauvre Barbidur fauché la former, eue nue et il’s pleurs.

- Of course I did sir. I'm a -Pozo

WOODHOUSE: After that, it's all a bit fuzzy.

THISTLETON: I say, Woodhouse. WOODHOUSE: Yes, sir?

I often Found Artillery People To Be... Low Caliber

I know you’re not supposed to have them on some naked Briggs children. In Northern Ireland.

He's got it tough enough as it is.

Fish **** in it.

[WOODHOUSE & SOLDIERS SCREAMING]

I think I would like it very much indeed, ma'am.