Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm deeply, deeply flattered, young man.
Spinoza then secrets the painting into the Rolls
- Yes, do. - Good night, sir.
I was unhappy with our last conversation,
And she was, well, we were having
Good luck!
Five hundred thousand.
Oh, moon of my delight. This is your own personalized
that I feared she had done herself
It's a terrible moment when you find yourself
Do have a look, eh?
- Yes, she is. - My God...
and the secret bank accounts along with it.
my relationship with my mother, uh,
You should treat a jam jar car like this
- Go bid! - Oh!
The painting, Your Grace.
I have discovered
and this little bit of magic
No, not in her, in me.
However...
of reasonable intelligence to converse with.
Oh, my.
And I gave them to the authorities.
The truth is nice, but a rumor is priceless.
Well, come on, then.
Thank you, Maurice.
I pursued this painting. You know why?
I'm Georgina Krampf.
and effort into this endeavor.
a horrible mischief.
For 17 years,
Hmm?
The local authorities were displeased.
the rudest man in England for years.
Hopeless.
Radiant...
Is that our final bid?
Quite.
Right. Gosh, it's been ages.
and that's because there's money involved.
without pay or lodging?
Spinoza, you silver-tongued scallywag.
disguised as our Sheridan.
in no way obviates the fact
Looks like something curled up and died on your lip.
and back, are we?
That is a superb Hulihee sans sideburn,
they'd be arrested on the spot.
Someone shooting at me!
Good Lord! It couldn't be!
Which lady?
Every Mortdecai man before me has had one.
No, not the stairs!
We may be flat broke, my darling,
...what else can you tell me about Strago?
Show him the photographs. Excuse me.
I dunno, sir.
Fernand Just Quignon's Lavender Field.
the whacking Cloud, the bollock Royce!
...there was no mention of the painting.
Done.
Thursday, sir.
Spinoza was the best art smuggler in the business,
During the party, we steal it while no one's looking.
and that's why she got killed.
he will unleash his unpleasantness
Oh, it's burning... I... I can't go on...
Yes, sir.
I mean...
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Oh!
California? Oh, icky!
Right you are, madam.
once it's announced. Do not delay.
in no way obviates the fact
Thank you. No hard feelings.
Well, if you won't do it for me,
That Judas! That Ajax! That Paris!
So much to do.
You one megabyte short of a RAM?
You know how it is, gentlemen.
It's the shellfish!
and I unwittingly smuggle it to Krampf.
is my mustache.
The painting she was working on in the end...
Well then, Mr. Krampf. I suppose since you're here
then found out it is worth only one!
'Til tomorrow. Ta!
Quick session of congress.
- Where? - There!
of our financial affairs.
Ah. Oh. Ooh.
Rather simple job, wouldn't you say?
I do remember that there was an etching
Oh, thank you very much.
If it does exist, it belongs to Spain.
- You've got a difficult chap. - Beastly.
Oh...
This one taken by accident, utterly useless...
Don't you feel the same? That you could share with me?
and poke around a bit.
I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale.
It's a fine day to be alive, what?
in the fine art of fencing.
Can I have all Thames Valley police officers
Valet!
Ooh...
why I shouldn't arrest you right now?
if you please to tell me.
would cheer her up.
Sedgwick's Auction House in Kensington.
Are you coming back to bed?
Hello! I'm outside.
holding a dead man's Goya.
has it been compromised??
Oh...
Oh, Jock...
Am I interested? I'm wildly interested.
Oh, Golly! I have read about this.
We're not savages, after all, are we?
Sony, sir. We'll try and keep it down.