Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[in French] Welcome to Spain, Mr. Diabaté.
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
But, then the military discovered us.
Why save the world? Is that…
Fuck you! Fuck every single one of you!
- She joined us before she passed. - [breathing shakily]
Yeah, no, you wouldn't really. It's… It's way up at 40,000 feet.
- Can I ask a question? - Mmm.
So, you are vegetarian?
[panting]
- Both have their uses. - No, stop it.
I tell you this. I do not give away my dog.
He's a bottling line supervisor in Winston-Salem.
to describe their heroin.
Oh, jeez.
Now, what are we gonna do here?
[whispers] Do you know who these guys are?
Um…
- Mmm. Ah! - [guest] Mmm.
[groans] Okay.
Are there any microphones in here or recording devices?
I'm just trying to make a point that this whole thing…
We wouldn't have intruded but, um, if you don't mind us saying,
- And I'm what, your pimp? - That is completely uncalled for.
No promise.
[stammers] I was just trying to…
Your chaperone.
[gentle music playing]
All but one.
and that's the opinion of every medical doctor on Earth.
Down, down, down, down. Down.
And there's a whole third option, where you just tell us both to piss off.
No.
[phone beeps]
We are interested in lunch!
Meanwhile, everybody everywhere else
is terribly confusing.
O-Otgonbayar.
…and instead of doing the right thing and trying to help me,