Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want to do kids or old people one day a week.

Herr Schuster and Frau Schuster.

And now, it's you.

- Did you trace that call? - Yes, sir.

Back in the straightaway...

Thanks. These actors don't know when to stop.

- That's the worst. Here, get a towel. - Ugh.

Who are the goddamn Germans?

How you doing...

- Sir Roger. - Just think, Hawkins.

(After surgery) That is so refreshing!

Who else knows about these letters, Mr. Ritchie?

Okay. Heh. Okay.

- We are kidding. - We are only acting.

Two guys with knives took my wallet. I got nervous, they were so nervous.

- Give me the money or I'll cut you! - Let me just do my line, first.

She's still in the bowl?

No, Mr. Ritchie.

Where's Gilbert? I heard a shot.

You are so twisted.

Those sons of bitches blew up my Nikita in '79.

This is Mr. Ritchie. My brother is doing your show.

Dear God, I'll give you anything you want. Just name your price.

You are shit You are

Excuse me, are...?

but neither are the thrills in London's interactive theater experience:

One of those audience-participation things.

He knows every detail.

I never thought anybody could forget so much so fast without a blow to the head.

If you've got a sense of adventure, you can be a real star for a night.

We'd like you to join the team.

Boris, come quickly.

Is she going out with anybody in the cast?

we begin with soft tissue.

Trump's "Advisors"

That's his plan.

I go after the brother.

Aah! I'm flying!

Oh, you're together.

- Help me! He's going to kill me! - Give me that phone!

The letters are upstairs in the spare room. You go get them. I'll keep watch, okay?

Did you trace that call?

I won't have to go on stage, will I?

He works in the Featherstone Finch bank. James Ritchie.

You've got a great accent. Are you from here?

I would like fresh flowers in my room. Rare tropical flowers...

With help from your fellow actors, you improvise as you go.

Always. You're right.

If you hold it a bit lower down, you get more of a flick.

Happy birthday, sir.

Heh. I'm sorry, sir.

- Uh... - Ahem.

Ha-ha-ha. This is great.

Two bags worth. Whoa!

I want a ThighMaster and I want a ButtMaster.

Dr. Ludmilla...

Spare me the prima donna act.

Who you are working for?

Trump's "Advisers"

- Knock them dead, big brother. - There'll be bodies all over the place.

I think she's going to do that, don't you, pal?

But I am Dr. Ludmilla Kropotkin.

You're not going to give them to me, are you?

Yeah, tell me anything you want! Come on!

I don't trust you?

- What's that in real money? - Pick up the phone.

I could do with some of that, sometimes.

But I think we can offer you a more rewarding scenario...

- Did you tell him? - Of course not.