Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anything else you want on your tombstone, you piece of crap?

I know a guy on Persephone. Already has half a dozen buyers.

I can fix it, but she put a timer on the motivator and wet-wired the damp...

Gracious living, ocean views and state of the art security.

I thought you were gonna wear that thing to the grave.

Well, as a courtesy...

- The genuine article. - A working man.

You just had a better hand of cards this time.

No, actually...

This isn't what it looks like.

You and lipstick are a dangerous combination, if I recall.

Wash, we need more altitude. Now!

They didn't say you were picking up this leg.

Only it wasn't Bridget then, it was Saffron.

I was wondering...

You know you haven't been after serious work in...

That's the thought that kept me alive.

I didn't kill him either.

Can you move your arms and legs?

- You call this going well? - We got the loot, didn't we?

- I can't turn. - What?

- Also unknown to me. - When you left, I thought...

Please. Nobody died last time.

Hi, guys. Right, right there.

I'm not the patsy being stole from.

That I would stay locked up here in the tower?

That's a pick up call.

Now he's living fat on a private estate on Bellerophon.

I really don't see the benefit to this.

Please, you're embarrassing yourself.

- Let's get to work. - Yeah.

Don't count Mal out, though.

- Oh, we are not together. - He's my husband.

- Mal, if we can't be civilised and talk... - I'm plenty civilised.