Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A, I was a race car driver, and B--
Who told you I was to be assassinated?
Lana, head toward Swiss Guard HQ.
We're-- Your Holiness, do you speak English?
...who ever made me regret taking the holy orders.
Should have never taken him to see The Wiz.
- I'm letting them catch up. - Why?
But Corelli would be sure to win. Pretty good motive.
Oh, for the-- And thanks for making me carry your bag through customs.
Swear to God.
Oh, right, right. Halberdsmen are foot soldiers.
...which neither of you speak nor even understand, obviously, so--
I thought they just had halberds. Do you at least have a sidearm?
Ow.
Obviously they're ceremonial, Lana. They were made obsolete by the arquebus.
My God, he assumed we'd totally blow it.
That's how Woodhouse looks when he's asleep.
Pam? Yes?
Archer, shut up and find us some--
Ugh. My God, if Malory ever hears about this--
Which, by the way, pope, on the gay thing--
Ew. Yeah. That's a deal breaker.
Plus, he's a whoremonger.
...all the while assuming-- What? That we'd totally blow--?
Good luck. She just had an electro--
Where's the pope?
Where the hell are we?
Oh, thank God.
Ah. So the good news is, my men have apprehended Cardinal Corelli...
What--? Malory.
The Broadway show or the movie?
You are a fortunate man, signore.
Ha, ha. No. No, it turns out Cyril--
What the--? Pam, what did he say'?
What?!