Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He believes me. He can't figure out you.
Jesus, they're uptight.
Please. Shit!
# The Ca... The Ca... The Ca...
ever call me stupid. OK?
stuck-up, snot-nosed,
That's it, then.
And hearing My wife left me this morning?
Ridiculous!
Shut up, then.
Necklace. Right. I'll think of something.
- Get the fuck out! - I heard moaning. I was worried.
Show her a good time? Rub her out? T...
But I've got a little time before my plane leaves
- Where's Bartlett? - He's upstairs. So, where are they?
Don't, uh, ever, ever,
You must be j-j-j...
Restrain that man!
Molto pericolo...
- The dog! - We didn't hit the dog, Ken. It's OK.
- Keep your hands up. - No!
I apologize unreservedly
And now Sandersonís have sent the wrong flowers.
Leg...
- It's all right! - What?
- OK. - Oh, no, no. Please.
- You got the hots for him? - I'm not into necrophilia.
Hello, George. Get you a Scotch?
I don't think I can handle this.
- He doesn't have a clue. - What?
Why not indeed?
- What are you thinking? - I'm trying to think of a reason
Oh, do shut up, Portia!
DELICIOUS!
I love you. You're funny.
- Yes. Thanks. Thanks, Otto. - I wanted you to trust me.
Oh, Archie.
Bye, sis.
- Yes. - George Thomason?
We don't meet up at Heathrow until Tuesday...
...usedto be, back in the early 14th century.
No!
Thinking what I'll do to him.
Are you totally deranged?
- To 20 million. - To a job well done.
What is this, Hump a Limey Week suddenly?
Thanks a lot. Bye. Have a good day.
Jesus! I said I'm sorry. What the fu...?
- What? - In the barrel.
I'm gonna have to shoot you now.
Plead guilty, tell them where the loot is, you may get away with...
That is correct, 6.2.
It’s KKKevin cccoming to kkkill freedom…
Like nobody lies in England. Like Margaret Thatcher never lies.
Oh, Archie! This isn't like you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. - I haven't finished yet.
- What's that? - My brother. He's using the bathroom.
I Wendy... I Wanda... I wonder... I w-w-w...
Not you, Ken. You've got a beautiful speaking voice. When it works.
Come in.
Hello?
and you want me to replace it with something awful...
Ah, you made it. Good. Bit of a knock, I'm afraid.
.
- Apol... - Pardon me?
OK, OK, OK, OK. Don't get excited. OK, OK, OK.
- Now... - George...
OK.
George Francis Thomason?
- Now! They sent a new girl. - Oh, Archie.
- What are you doing? - I'm thinking!
That's a chip up the nose, I'm afraid.
Oh. Oh, fine.
- Yes. - Hey, I'm merely curious.
OK, fine. Fine, Ken. Come at me. Gimme your best shot.
- Oh, no! - Well, are you hurt?
I hav never been so humiliated in my life.
We don't have to.
- Oh, my God... - Asshole!
To be... honest, I, uh, hate them.
She copped it!