Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No chance he'll change his mind?

Job doesn't entail jam tarts.

Well, this will sink the bloody No-Name League for good.

You're mugging me off.No.

You want someone blotted, eh?

Come along now, Your Lordship. You're safe.

Then we'll kill her.

He wouldn't dare, 'cause I'll find about it.

Patronizing bastard.

I don't want to hear a different story tomorrow.

who disrespect him.

You're still in shock.

What did you hope to feel?

You're touching me.

He's a very bad man.

Here's to new friends and new horizons.

Look upon my works,

You've come here to plead

Box your face, throw your coppers.

It was a robbery.

Drink up. It's good for you.

Of course we have our differences,

Daveboy... think.

SPANISH: So, that's the bird, is it?

A gallus wee hard man now, isn't he, eh?

Mr. Bashford is here.

But if only one of you took the job, he'd get the--

I said I'm not talking to you.

...and they're the Spicers.

I'll, uh, I'll be off to work now, son.

Chaps, there is turmoil in the ladies' room.

Would you please close your eyes, Madame?

GAUNT: But you killed Mrs. Darkness.

My name is Ozymandias,

No, I-I doubt he'll want to work for the No-Name League again.

I don't know who killed Esme.

Why have you brought me here?

subversive fanatics isn't rash?

SPANISH: Here's what I don't understand, Alfie.

Good luck to you, too, Miss Kane.

You, come here.Oh, I swear to God,

He's me old boss.Oh, aye?

I'm confident she'll agree.

so, by all means, tally-ho.