Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, I'm dying.

...but it has tons of potential.

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

Dude, there's a mole in your agency.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, figuratively. if it was literally...

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.

...Troy acquired real uranium. Even classicer.

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

Yeah, and you know he was gay, right?

Actually no, I'm not sorry.

--Attempting to breach my perimeter?

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

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

What was it we used to call you?

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

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

Aw. Pigley Two.

Yes, that was the plan.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. Yeah, doesn't work there.

Well, this is a fricking disaster. I know.