Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why is the world jam packed with such idiots?
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
Took Mr. Ed, humpty-dumptied it over Gate's head...
Thank God. 212-555-1989.
- That's from the gold machine. - Yeah.
Enough!
Depressing?
Pick it up.
This is supposed to be torture, not therapy.
Sold!
- Would you get going? - Come on, go!
You still got a thing for those unmasculine European coffees?
I dumped some lire into research.
All right. I am not deaf. Don't make fun of my hearing.
Aren't you supposed to stop me committing crimes?
Is this funny? You think this is some kind of fucking joke?
We better go this way.
- It's a very special night. - Yes, it was.
- I have a plan. - You got a plan.
Tommy, you took down Captain Bob's steering wheel?
Oh, sorry, Jeeves.
Nice Hawk.
Butlers forcing me to steal something it appears I didn't steal.
Here we go.
Cesar Mario. Antony Mario. I didn't know the circus was in town.
two thieves attempted to steal it.
Can you believe that kooky elephant?
That's it.
I'm racking up those frequent flyer points.
- Where to? - Quit worrying about them.
- See you around, Mike. - Take it easy, Eddie.
Oh, I think He wants me to keep an eye on you.
Money isn't everything.
Cute shot.
Witchcraft?
You mean Pokey?
BUNNY BALL-BALL
- Six iron? - Bingo.
Haven't you ever seen David Niven? Tiptoe in, tiptoe out.
Jerry, check out Big Stan.
How.
it was to give him something more than he expected.
Any minute now, Mr. Gates.
Hey, subtlety's not one of our strong points.
As you know, the da Vinci codex...
You were hired as bait.
And by the way if you hate to go to school
- Simpson? - Yeah.
Leonardo da Vinci's last commission for the Duke of Milan.
We will not lie down for some schmuck from New Jersey.
Bunny, you weren't that bad!
Tell you something about the bar. You're going to love it.
Yeahhhh.. that's probably what happened
- He's gotta be happy with that one. - So what do you say?
Don't hate me, baby.
World! Domination!
You don't expect me to fall for that old gag.
No? Try this.
We got some good news and some bad news.
The Sign Says No Horseplay In The Pool Area.
Long ago, the Duke of Milan commissioned a little-known artist...
Jail, you asshole! Our foot soldiers will blow your brains out.
I can't move! I'm gonna rip their fucking tongues out!
We know any of the guards? Not one?
The paintings, the sculptures.
2-1/2 minutes to save Anna, 3-1/2 to save the world.
Surely this must offend.
- How do I look? - Great. Are you kidding?
Three minutes, four seconds.
For God's sakes, somebody chain this convict.
I'm sorry, Eddie.
We'll begin the bidding...
he'd be eating microwave sushi, naked in the back of a Cadillac with both of us.