Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All the time! Me!
of their provincial and narrow-minded...
The name's Desmond, mate.
- Hold tight. - I don't want to escape!
You haven't got a brother.
Now, Baron. Who created who?
Stop this travesty! Stop it!
That's it.
RX Intercontinental...
What are you doing?
Baron!
Look! The town!
who's hand in marriage I once had the honor of declining.
Open the gates!
Multiwarheaded Nuclear Missile.
I can't swim!
- Hello. - Hello.
and held me in high esteem.
I order you to arrest that man at once!
and who consequently come to a very sticky end.
Stop it!
They all remind you?
Have you any famous last words?
Nowhere to run to! Nowhere to hide for you, Baron!
- I think. - I can't imagine why.
Thrown them out of the town.
Tell me!
Where you--
Is there a doctor in the fish?
Yes.
Of course.
Quickly!
It's important that you win
I've got all the time in the universe! You hear that?
Could you make that four?
- Simplicity is of the essence. - Sir.
All right.
Wait! Where are you going? Come back!
The flag's still flying!
You're a harlot!
If you are still interested in my head, it's yours.
Quickly! Bring those guns out!
"Great value for money." "Paris Echo."
There you go, lovebirds.
It's me! I'm your elephant of joy!
Stop!
Nothing ails me. Can you not see that I am at one with the cosmos?
- Sir, I must assure you-- - Floozy!
Oh, brilliant. Oh, very good. Bravo!
Arrest them at once.
No place for three-legged cyclops...
tickling her feet.
It's Berthold!
And though it seem a terrible shame
I'll never eat fish again.
Characteristics that were to cost him dear.
- What have you done to them? - You small-minded, petty, bourgeoise--
What are you looking at? Look down there!
You'd be surprised.
and I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever!
- She's having a fit! - Go away!
When the enemy is at the gate. Arrest him.
And for another...
Can't you let me die in peace once in a while?
No.
sensible, civilized agreement...
We can fix the details later.
It is so unmetaphysical. No! No, go away!
Come on. Sit down.
Yes, why not?
- We're not dead! - You have to accept it.
We shall receive a right royal welcome.
No, honestly! He is!
- Not late, am I? - No.
Bye, body!
No. The sultan's demands are still not sufficiently rational.
Oh, please don't apologize, Mr. Salt. I'm sure you're doing your best...
How are your legs?
- Dead! - They can't all have been killed!
and expect me to follow you to the ends of the Earth!
Boo!
Now you're lying!
Agreed. Give me pen and ink, and I will write to the empress immediately.
Blast!
Gently this time.
Yes! I'm coming, Roger!
Uh, please. No, don't. Please.
I love these! I tickle you till dawn, darling.
I've never before been in such a disastrous rout!