Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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