Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can suggest some rehabilitation exercises.
[people clamoring] Cyril: Huh, wha‐‐
like me?
Whoo‐hoo! Zip liiiine!
‐ Oh, office work. Can't get hurt by you.
‐ I never told you I was in the haberdashery.
It's unprofessional. Aleister?
‐ Oh, Aleister! [giggles]
‐ Oh. [laughs] Very good, sir.
‐ Right away, sir. Ma'am, a pleasure.
General Bernard Montgomery.
‐ [laughs] Old Monty, yes.
‐ Good thing I have my cane.
That's more than fireworks.
Also, rude people don't get to sit
How do you forget that?
[sobs] It was goddamn perfect.
‐ What?
[suspenseful music]
and I thought I had to hide it.
‐ Thank you, polite intruder.
[whispering] Is how I'd get things going.
‐ [clears throat]
‐ Can I help you, ladies?
single‐vent, three‐button.
to calm your nerves.
‐ Thank you. Good‐bye, sir.
‐ First I repressed my violent urges,
and you're going with the drink
‐ Fine. Sterling, go rescue Ray.
Perhaps you should have kept up
Anyway, I thought I'd tell Ms. Archer.
Steak Aleister.
‐ Very good, sir.
- Lana: Ray! - In a spider‐filled ditch.
I brought your rehabilitation bands to the office
♪ ♪
- Good‐bye, Aleister. - [grunts]
and now you don't even have the decency to kill me quickly?
on my life insurance.
But let it be known that I'm not happy about it.
- I'm not gonna shoot you. - Why not?
[truck crashing, glass shattering]
I'm here to kill the world's greatest spy.
‐ Carol, don't interrupt the test.