Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I may have mentioned Bronwen

and see how you secret agent men run the world.

Get the blowtorch.

It appears he's requesting

Golly, that was a big one!

but I'm afraid I must decline.

- With a crossbow. - He was left-handed.

The Duchess of Wellington.

7th Army, 2nd Division.

The water bailiff, Your Grace.

Don't shoot, farmer!

and there is a vast difference.

Can you imagine the two of us

Please don't be sick! Please don't be sick!

Krampf calls Spinoza.

Perhaps there is something you could bring.

Of course you're aware of that.

- Oh, my. - Oh, my.

The Mortdecai men have always

Wouldn't do to have you walking into

I see that you have been schooled

Out the window with it?

I'll meet you inside, sir.

Echo-ey, don't you know?

suffice it to say,

Your Grace. So kind of you to see me.

it vanished after the unveiling, but

- Ahh! - There we go!

I think I'll keep the money.

for alcoholic music hall artistes.

I'm invested in it.

Please, sir, if you wouldn't mind

No, no, man! My little sproutling.

- Ooh! - Feel me.

and I wondered...

Goody. Every subject of the Crown and

Thank you, sir.

How do you know?

What if I find it for you? Say, 30% finder's fee, what?

Goya was commissioned by Charles IV of Spain

Then I deny nothing.

All right. There.

Oh! You pretended to be gentle,

for looking or behaving like

Must to the lavatory.

Sad news, particularly for her.

You'll forgive me just a moment, I'm sure?

How 'bout some finger sandwiches?

Mmm, and find, I have done.

And what does a missing Goya

I needed something bold, distinctive.

Oh. Randy bugger.

I'd be delighted.

Charlie Mortdecai, you son-of-a-bitch...

You mother-loving bastard! Hello.

I'll call Spinoza in the morning.

You will have hole in your balls!

Oh, that's unpleasant. Mmm...

Where is the painting?

you might have time to couple with Georgina before dinner.

Bronwen makes a fake, and calls Krampf.

the saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

My rumpus room rascal.

to sell off some of my prized possessions.

Uh, Branspath? Okay. Thank you so much.

I'll handle things on this end.

But you, a known trafficker of stolen art, well,

Gruyere, chocolate, and fine wines.

Oh, God, I missed you terribly.

Get your head down, sir.

Oh, dash it all, Jock, man, your hand!

I do hope Romanov doesn't come down

there's a very bad man who wants what I want,

You will take one million.

Score one for Martland.

countless lives are at stake.

It's not herpetic, I hope.

falling in love with your own spouse, isn't it?

Oh, really, why? Why?

Very well, Johanna.

I recounted the sordid tale as best I could...