Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I look forward to it.
You two have joined forces?
Silicon Valley. Perfect!
Let's see what the Earthquake Center has on it.
There has been a security check of the plant?
I've been trying to reach you all morning. What have you been up to?
Fly casting?
Where would Russian research be without it?
Steady now, Pegasus.
I got him. Oh, jeez, I got him!
- And to leave us in control of that market. - What is it you propose?
Détente can be beautiful.
- Thank goodness you're here, James. - That's very nice, Moneypenny.
If you check with Chuck Lee of the CIA, he'll inform you who I am.
You're being used, Mr Howe.
I've never seen a horse run such a fast last furlong.
- Good. Anything from St John Smythe? - Nothing about the sale, sir.
- Jump! - I have to hold the brake off.
- Would you wait outside? - If you'd like me to, yes. Excuse me.
Keep going!
Get him.
- Is everything here? - Ja, ja.
- That simplifies things. - He's probably armed.
We're not sure about her.
My principles apply equally to human beings.
Your helicopter leaves in 20 minutes.
It's time to flood the fault.
- How on earth do you pack my bags? - Sorry, sir.
- Stop it! Are you crazy? - Get her off. Get away!
First, number one; second, number two; and third, number five.
By the way, the preview is in progress at the main stables.
- Catalogue of the sales. - Thank you.
Surgery? That is how Zorin won the race.
Hold tight.
Calm down, Pegasus.
And you can tell them about the $5 million payoff you received from Zorin.
Get her off!
But far better than gold.
How is it you succeed with breeding bloodlines other experts think inferior?
which accounts for what - 80% of the world microchip market.
Move it!
That should keep them on the wrong track.
The tape?
Is there anything else I can tell the "Financial Times"?
No, not yet.
- What's going on? - Tell them... there's been a break-in.
Frisco. I handle Mr Zorin's oil interests there.
- Reconnect the telephone. - The box is outside my bedroom window.
Jump!
May Day, jump!
Not this way. That way!
My car!
You can't. The time has been booby trapped.
OK, get those wedges in there tight!
Of course!
But that would mean the bullets aren't blank
Well, thank you, Mr Howe. That about wraps it up.
The Order of Lenin, for Comrade Neal
Now I shall be all alone.
- Can you spare a minute? - Sure thing.
Right you are.
- Oh, drat! I've dropped the soap. - I'll get it.
- Magnetic pulse? - Yes, Minister.
Mr Saff-in? Safe-in?