Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All our guns jammed. - Blame that on your witch wife.
- Oh, thank God. - This is the blood of my men.
What we need is your magical powers
- Booze! Right? - Booze.
I've finished listening.
This declaration is gonna start an all-out war.
like a gentleman does a lady.
Yeah, bad intel. Bit of a miscommunication.
played an extremely important part in history.
Okay, that's fair. The end, I guess.
- We won't leave out any details. - A lot more details.
I mean, look at Ronald Reagan, right?
- She's a slave. - Yeah. And a witch.
All right, well, methinks the rod to be the most suitable for our purposes.
Just use your witch strength, slave.
Keep your pants on, curly.
Wait, wait, wait, whoa, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.
You're the one who accused me of being a witch in the first place, Dennis.
- Okay? - We weren't finish yet. Just a...
. .
Wait, wait, wait, check his pulse.
What are you doing with the accent and the British...? Goddamn it!
Okay, all right, that one got in my mouth. That's really not cool.
- Whoa! Hey! - What the hell you doing?
Maybe you'll get some balls and you can take the woman.
- Give me the gun. - Fine.
Are you saying you're gay?
We're not traders, Charlie. We're thieves.
You want the slave, you gotta pay for the slave.
- You shit head. - Hey, look on the bright side, Franklin.
So I just want to say, we love what you're doing over here.