Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[male actor] Never came poison from so sweet a place.
The head, neck, and face are very vascular, so it's a lot of blood.
[loud drone]
[sucks teeth] So, we're all gonna die?
♪ A monster inside of my skin And I don't know where to begin, no ♪
I just saved your life.
God, this is all so fucking dangerous.
- [police sirens wailing] - [Four yells]
[breathing anxiously] Just recover. Recover.
Things are gonna have to change. I promise you that.
- Whoa! - We'll be quiet for a second.
- Yeah. What's that? - It's... It's disturbing.
♪ Run ♪
Oh!
Come on.
Go, go, go, go, go!
[automatic gunfire]
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
So, next men up, congratulations!
[colonels screaming]
It's all perfectly bloodless.
Then you got the four generals, cuatro cunts, very bad guys.
["Bulletproof" by The Score playing]
[laughs]
The little fat one, he's the handler of Rovach's baby brother.
I'm starting to feel it.
Ferocious masturbating accident.
Oh!
[engine roars]
Art.
[female actor] Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
Kill me!
[both scream]
[ticking]
[approaching police siren]
General Garioff, lots of consonants, so we'll make this easy.
Walk.
They died at the end of that movie.
- Hey, look, I know we don't get to ask... - [Three] Then don't.
Hey, no. Don't say that. He hates the word "family." I don't know.
More guys coming.
["Dig Down" by Muse playing]
Go kill the engine.
[grunts]
[woman] I'm rich.
- ♪ Mercy ♪ - ♪ I'll take you there ♪
♪ I wish that I was bulletproof Bulletproof ♪
♪ Hands up, hands up ♪
Yeah, I got the gun, smartass.
Guns popping, flags.
[ship horn blares]
Are you afraid?
That someone is Rovach's brother, Murat.
♪ Come on now, play on it ♪
♪ Come on ♪
[in Turkmen] What good fortune.
Presidente!
It may take years, but they will carve you up
There you are.
♪ Oh, I won't go down slow... ♪
Let's go.
The point is that we should bring Seven behind the curtain.
- Then I'm gonna carry some... - [shutter clicks]
Yeah, okay. Thank you, Mike.
Till my finger hurts.
Equal vibrating phones, ten million cell phones...
Did you buy that shirt by yourself?
- There's nothing more I can do. - I want to move right now!
[Three] Only one way out. That's up.
Your enemy's radius of operations is shrinking.
And the whole wide world...
[Two grunts, groans]
[One] We need you.
♪ We won't let them divide... ♪
I listened to your call.
Cleavers.
Oh, no. I'm pissed now.
Fuck! We ain't leaving till we find the Kalahari.
Five, flush him out.
Go, go, go!
Ready, ready.
- Stop the fucking car! - Hey! Don't fucking do it!
and so no one gets too close.
[screaming]
[Five] Fifteen minutes.
[beep]
- Hey. - Hi.
[echoing] Jackpot.
[scoffs]
[Rovach] It is quite the view, little brother.
[man shouts in Cantonese]
Do what you want.
Especially you.
Oh, my gosh.
This is so stressful.
[tires screech]
♪ March onward As they ricochet within a noose ♪
[in English] How you doing, Mama?
I find people by examining their links to the world,
In a Darth Vader daughter kind of way.
- [man speaking Cantonese] - You know, laughter is life.
Just... Just sit down.
You know, that was very...
suck on a court-martial, I suggest you pull up a chair and spectate.
- [Six] What, you don't like this color? - Baby, baby!
So, what else can you tell me about this guy Rovach in Turgistan?
- What? No. - [One] Leave It to Beaver.
Conversation's over. Capisce?
Not just a hat rack
[soldier] The van! The van!
- Let's go. - [Seven] One, Four's got the target.
What? Get off of him.
[Murat] They're surrounding us.
You're definitely gonna die.
On your left, eye level.
[speaking Spanish]
[man speaking in Cantonese]