Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh! - I'll have it on my wall.
to a certain type of woman!
I... I warn you, Georgina.
I don't like to blunt my senses.
Which I am sorry to report has been...
Forty-five, thank you, sir. 45, 50, back on the...
Is a Rolls... The bloody Silver,
Do inform him that that ship has sailed.
to Johanna at lunch today.
That's my bottom.
it was merely to find out about the case
- Jock? - Yes, sir?
To the library, chaps!
Stop right there!
My God.
Well, what are you doing there?
I'm an art dealer, not a charlatan.
- Oh, don't do that! - For heaven's sake.
Just a little something I cooked up
How very kind.
You took from me. Now I will take from you.
I'll be all right, sir.
You think?
Sorry, sir. I had no idea, sir.
Now, what's all this about a missing Goya?
I should think the special one, Jock.
Oh, balls.
Thank you very much for your time.
I'm armed!
and now Bronwen is as stiff as my Uncle Richard's hatband.
steal the painting from Bronwen.
Now, tell me about that tramp on the horse.
- It's a little unseemly. - The trousers...
You owe me.
Surely you mean the pubic hair above a vagina.
Head toward the bike.
An exquisite invitation, Your Grace,
- Jock? - Yes, sir?
Sit down. Sit!
Hello? Hello?
I believe he still owes me a finger.
No!
I have already been circumcised.
I am Lord Charlie Mortdecai,
Ah, Jock. Dear, sweet, sperm-heavy Jock.
God.
I'm done.
is it not?
Smash-and-grab.
I'm afraid I shall have to put my foot down, darling.
You used her frequently, didn't you?
Well done, Jockie.
For 200 years, the painting was sought by collectors,
Magnificent.
Sir Graham. A message for you, sir.
They'll want to see it themselves.
- Wouldn't that be funny? - Hilarious.
It is I, your beloved.
Right!
Oh.
The fine life-giving drinks tray manifests itself.
No, he's here, sir.
Oh, you were at Eton, weren't you, Martland?
I shall need 30 seconds to make the switch
We'll meet in London tomorrow.
Go to America and see Krampf.
It will come to fruition, yes.
Oh, God. It's unbearable.
Please, sir. Just leave.
Well, at least none of us had the shellfish.
Terribly sorry for your loss, madam.
Anything will do, I thank you.
Who is this?
I followed you.
And in exchange, he gives me a wide berth to ply my craft.
My... My love. My...
- What? - Has it been compromised?
Ah...
Well, in that case, Mr. Mortdecai,
An arts dealer, an accomplished fencer,
Fishing tomorrow's been canceled.
Yes, yes, I was.
I was just looking for something... else.
as it were?
- Sit down! - Drop the knife!
Oh, yes.
A bottle of Chardonnay?
- with Hounds near Twineham. - But quietly. Quietly.
No, the fortune to fund violent worldwide revolution.
she's probably quite worried about me.
Not lately.
And we will be out a finder's fee.
The expert brushstrokes, the smooth lines...
Sorry?
and vodka so ice cold you need gloves to handle it.
Weenie, weenie, weenie, weenie, weenie...
Let's look at the photographs.
Old bag. She should have put locks on her doors.
Ladies and gentlemen,
- Maurice? - Sir?
Oh, pleasantly.
of some of my more unseemly escapades.
Oh, well done.
Yeah, because when I've lost something,
the guest bedroom for Mr. Mortdecai?
Do you need help with your bags?
What is all this nonsense?
Are you quite finished with your barrage of insults?
I have me own apartment!
Yes, oh, yes!
Oh! You certainly had a firm grasp on something!
Bunny.
craved by the mighty,