Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh! Oh! And don't forget the herringbone spoon.
Well, in my case,
Dear, sweet, simple Jock.
Oh, my sweet little love beast,
Hello.
Ah!
Those bank codes won't fall into
it is a bargain at two million pounds.
And is the legend true?
surrounded by all that
Help me find that painting,
Yeah, a Duke.
who said that kissing a man without
to my client, Milton Krampf,
Lighting positively medieval.
But I don't see what it has to do with me.
Hello?
No, I never drink alcohol.
Some final piece of my personal puzzle.
I'm off for a wee.
to smuggle a painting out of the country recently.
But what vexed him so
You really won't shave it off?
Yes, but someone found out about the plan,
releasing a fart
Hello?
But first we must convince our buyers
He is also desperately in love with my wife.
Ohh!
I am very sorry. I simply don't know.
And so married... Oh!
Oh, and his wife is on line six for you, sir.
thawing on the subject of the moustache?
Thank you.
I say, Sir Graham, I wonder,
Did you know her?
Oh, Jock.
the wrong hands again.
She's been unavailable for three months.
No help whatsoever, randy bugger.
Her Lady Mortdecai to see you, Your Grace.
Shut the door.
The auction starts at 5:00 p.m.
I’m Emi. I’m Simi.
My first stop was to see Sir Graham Archer,
My husband is trying to reclaim his youth
Fundamentalist, revolutionary, trained in Syria,
Really?
- Yes! - Well then, what's the point?
Send your camel to bed, damn it!
Have you lost your bearings, man?
No today maybe tomorrow Why no today?
that I love you
Usual dirt and grime one finds on the Spaniards.
Beware the carafe on the top shelf.
Oh, and incidentally, I asked for some cheese,
There's been a jurisdictional change.
Right. Yes, well...
See what you can dig up about that Goya. Usual channels.
Of Asherboroughdon. Bronwen's lover.
Hi.
I'll just be a moment, Alastair.
That's the old feudal spirit, Jock.
First thing we're doing is selling off that Sheridan.
sent her a Goya to be cleaned.
I have no idea.
I beg you, darling, please.
A fake? How do you know?
I only gave her the once-over.
Whoa! What is that?
Jock!
if and when you outrage the laws
- Hello! - Martland.
Oh, don't worry about her.
Mr. McDonald A mint julip sir
like a Welsh barmaid.
and poured himself
- Time to go, sir. - Ah.
On your feet, soldier.
and you should interrupt me as soon as you can.
A chap called Bunny's
and became the stuff of legend.
Well, I think I'm staying in some
Water bailiff.
Mmm.
rival art dealer and Goya specialist.
Oh, dear!
Never mind about that.
It's just me, mate.
No, I can't understand a word she says.
I nicked one of their passkeys.
A mint julep, sir.
Humiliated, she ordered the painting to be burned.
Heavens, no. You needn't worry yourself.
You go down, get your face seen a bit...
And as a gentleman, I should warn you
and watch every art world snob in town drool all over her.
And they say she was dressed as a man at the time.
of the art world better than he, sir.
You must be Mortdecai.
What does that blighter want?