Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You take Bender, I'll take the bomb squad. - I'll take Bender, you take the bomb squad.
It's okay.
I've never thought there was anything ordinary about you, Lex.
You think there's hope for Elvis?
- By "round-the-clock," you don't mean...? - Yes, sir. Right now.
I've been thinking the same thing.
- Oh, no. - "Oh, no"?
Forget to bring your hair with you when you came back from the dead?
It's okay, guys, I'm not the principal.
Okay, fair enough.
Hey, look, champagne.
Of course not, Mr. Vale. I'll simply have you killed.
Hey, guys, guess what.
Et tu, Nigel?
Here you go.
Well, most people either choose yes or no.
- What happened to your eye? - Brutal, huh?
You need to rest.
So...
What are you gonna do, charge me with being rude?
Okay.
You're not fooling anybody.
Supposedly he needs a break from the press.
I'm on it, chief.
Well, he was very magnetic and very charming.
He was an agent with Her Majesty's Secret Service gone bad.
The van's registered to a guy in Park Ridge.
...I don't even know why?
Hello, Bender.
Yeah. Ramine's still a no-show, but the director said he'd call if he comes in.
Lois, this ticket broker's got two of the last Pearl Jam tickets...
Something's happening on Bender's boat.
Thanks.
That explains her fascination with his body.
Except maybe a really full stomach.
I caution you on your choice of words, Mr. Vale.
Here.
I suppose it has occurred to you that Miss Lane...
It's good to see you again, Lois.
...things that we need for the thing that we talked about.
Lois, stop being paranoid.
All right.
That's funny.
Now it's Intergang with the deep pockets.
Perry, I think it's awfully coincidental that...
A billion dollars, Mr. Bender.
I just came to give you this report on the van.
- Looks like he needed a rest. - He'll have an awful headache tomorrow.
It's a big deal. We work together.
Clark.
Oh, no.