Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right rudder. Do it!
But if we knew how many wells were involved, we might get a clearer picture.
Sir Godfrey Tibbett. Our department.
Keep climbing!
What did you learn from Aubergine before his demise?
Get under the pipe.
He's a psychopath.
Get a foothold!
That's a boy. There we are.
First number one, Pegasus; second number two, Fluke;
Be quick. If those guards we laid out identify us we'll have to move fast.
- Welcome, sir. I'm Jenny Flex. - Of course you are.
Finish shoring up the roof. I'll send the lug back.
OK, go!
Put your hand on this.
So, does anybody else want to drop out?
Hey, where's that guy goin'? That ladder's unlocked.
That's odd. The epicentre's near Zorin's oil field.
Thank you.
Hello. I thought you might like to join the party.
Would you excuse us? Come on, honey.
The ship's nose is heavy. He must be on the mooring rope.
- Check the beach area. - Let's get out of here.
Thank you.
Get Zorin for me!
instead of pumping oil out.
I wanna talk to you.
- Get the alarms turned off. - Yes, sir.
Quite a letdown.
Those wells are in the Hayward fault.
Sir Godfrey. Let's get...
But that would mean the bullets aren't blank
Now... push!
Oh, my Lord, Tibbett! Look at the state of my clothes.
Lovely party.
Get back!
- I think I can get him. - Go for it!
- But I'd hate to be his valet. - You'll have to buck up your ideas.
Built in the 16th century by a duke who believed he'd be reincarnated as a horse.
Main Strike's in three days. Any delays, I hold you responsible.
On the contrary, Admiral.
"That" is not the soap.
If you'd like any further information just call me, Mr...
Until recently, all microchips were susceptible to damage
Intuitive improvisation is the secret of genius.
Get on the rig. I'll lower you down.
Zorin's kind of man! What about the girl? And the cheque?
What's stopping you?
That information's available at City Hall.
James!
His real name is Hans Glaub, a German pioneer in the development of steroids.
Take it off.
James, that night in London when I was with the Bolshoi...
He was the man at Nelson's Column!
- He fired me. - All right. Calm down.
Forget about that sergeant promotion.
- Pola Ivanova! - James Bond!
Congratulations.
- Shut down! The propeller's jammed. - Fix it.
Well, then, I'll...
Steady.
They didn't go nowhere. They just disappeared.
Mr Saff in
But he always loved a good fight.
Bring it over. Easy.
- Yes, I love an early morning ride. - I'm an early riser myself.
Just a minor tremor. Measured 2.5 on the Richter scale. Location...
Project Main Strike.
- Why don't you try him out? - That sounds a very good idea.
- My name is Scarpine. Head of security. - How do you do.
Would you be interested primarily in stamina?
You're not staying the night? I was hoping we'd spend the evening together.
You will come back to us, Comrade. No one ever leaves the KGB.
- What's this loaded with? - Rock salt.
Good. Right on schedule, Decepticon.
Oh, really? Then you can let me into a little secret.
Moneypenny - be a darling, would you, and collect that for me.