Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're agent in command. Shut up, brief Corelli...

...with night vision goggles and literally pisses himself.

Still talking about indulgences.

Dio mio, he look just like me. Yes, Your Holiness, he's a decoy.

- Oh, really? - Yes, really.

And you may need an umbrella because it's gonna be raining dead-ass popes.

Then you are not gonna like my Romansh.

Actually, that was pretty good, for you, at least.

I'm not scared of priests or nuns or-- Bishops?

And my point was-- Fine.

I think we can handle a few court jesters with, whatever, halberds.

To the Vatican? You think all those Catholic priests wouldn't peg him...

So if you don't mind hopping out of those pope-jamas--

We absolutely do not call it the old switcheroo.

...maybe you should get some tapes on German, French, Italian and Romansh.

Ah! Or that. Shit.

You know how the whole "the good news is" thing works, right?

Archer. You think he's a dick here? On a mission, he's 10 times worse.

Hey. Whoa, not cool, Payne Stewart.

Why are you going "ha"? I don't know. What are we doing?

Gambit looks like he knows his way round a pair of--

--The pope could drive better than you. No, no.

Why aren't they on horseback? Because why would they be?

Bloody hell. What are we doing here?