Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have to get it myself, just right after I get that.
Rotten gravlax, sex-bots, and, uh...
- What was the name again? - Kladdkaka.
But for all we know, this could be insulin.
Of course he is not the shot-putter.
ODIN gets to go on Outward Bound. ODIN can suck it. Now shoot.
- You are looking for a date? - Are you working?
Elke, what is the matter? Are you...?
But you promised me Ruby Foo's.
Oh, please. Nobody gives you gifts.
What? I can't hear you, tiny man.
No you will not. That rug was a gift from the Azeri Khan himself.
- Torvald. - What is that? A calcium supplement?
Hmm? I mean, you are?
Just strange to hear it out loud.
Ha, ha. Unlike these drinks. Come, my dear...
for a pre-paid mobile phone. - No, no!
Yes, Major. I am in position...
- Damn it. Where are those Germans? What?
So your instructions are clear? - Oh.