Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Daveboy] Aye, but what if there's a-- a knockout

Uh, nothing. I'm-I'm not...

Low creatures they may be,

What are you doing today?

and you'll do likewise, eh?

-[microphone feedback] -[clears throat]

It's just business.

[phone continues ringing]

I trust the meeting was constructive.

-You can't make that? -Not at this exact moment, no.

Why do you think?

Most women wouldn't try so hard to get themselves killed.

[distant screaming]

Come on! [whoops]

[clears throat, laughs softly]

-[panting] -So tell me.

but there are hundreds on the waiting list.

Learn to hate yourself a little bit more, be good for your soul.

Mary Ann. Three years younger than Bet.

Hundreds of them.

You're not putting yourself in too much danger, I hope.

Uh, yeah, sure. I'll try.

[grunts] Unhand me!

You've got to promise that you'll stop.

It's beautiful.

Well, it's just a demo for the record company, but, still,

-Oh. -What did I do wrong?

-Must keep the old girl happy. -Jimmy.

You're not Dracula. But you...

we should surrender to vague terroristic threats.

If London falls, the northern cities will surrender.

No, don't do this, Jimmy. Jimmy.

-Fuck you, too! -Shut it!

-You are a treasure. -Isn't she?

Bad things happen in combat. We move on.

No good way out.

I'm Alfred Pennyworth, and I just did.

of Her Rightful Majesty's government.

Thank you very much. Very discreet.

I assume you can take care of yourself, like I can.

-Shut yourself. -What did I just say?

If you were to agree, a cease-fire,

[Troy] Ah, this is the life, eh?

We've made no fucking progress at all!

Any road, she's got a right to know your history.

Oh, here we go. But what?

What happened? Is she all right?