Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, this is a fricking disaster. I know.

Well, figuratively. if it was literally...

--Attempting to breach my perimeter?

Dude, there's a mole in your agency.

Uh... Ow! Ha-ha-ha!

God, what a dick. Said your mom. Boom!

Ha. What were you going for, ant-strength relative to the size of a human?

...who framed you for murdering colleagues and selling uranium on the black market?

Actually no, I'm not sorry.

Oh. Yeah, doesn't work there.

Uh, yeah, tap-and-trace on the Cuban embassy.

...but it has tons of potential.

I don't, actually. Come on, there's too much evidence.

Yeah, and you know he was gay, right?

Aw. Pigley Two.

Oh, some wacky new thing the kids are doing called "inventory control."

...the awesome Luke Troy, is on your stupid agenda!

Wha--? For a few lousy bullets? Well, one, uh, they are excellent bullets.

...four ODIN agents were dead, the uranium...

I am gonna give you the worst peer review in the history of them.

Well, then maybe instead of doing my job, I'll go hang out in Vermont...

What was it we used to call you?

What's not obvious, Mother, is why my best friend...

...that hobo I set on fire...

...Troy acquired real uranium. Even classicer.

...he can drink Ireland under the table--

No, asshole. As a bed-and-breakfast.

So if you'll excuse me, Mother, I have to go clear the name of an American hero.

Ha, ha. He's the new, whatever, gun librarian.

Come on, I'm dying.

Yes, that was the plan.