Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(BOTH GASP)
Mmm.
I say, old bean!
(GROANS)
from his last period,
I'm entering it in the Autumn Masters Auction.
For you, there is nothing I would not do.
Yes, yes, I was.
It's not herpetic, I hope.
To the Embassy, chop-chop.
craved by the mighty,
Mmm.
(GRUNTS)
so I believe that Bronwen
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GAGGING)
Oh, uh... Well, in vague terms
(SOFTLY) There he is. Now don't cause a panic.
and back, are we?
I was not drinking until the plane.
- Oh, Jock! - Oh.
No, not the stairs!
Oh, moon of my delight. This is your own personalized
MORTDECAI: A quick aside about Jock.
Very, very rare.
That is not your Goya.
a moustache is rather like eating an egg without salt.
Well, at least none of us had the shellfish.
AUCTIONEER ON PA: Are we all done at 900,000?
What was the name of Bronwen's college at Oxford?
Now, tell me, what are you and my husband
This one taken by accident, utterly useless...
- In my study, please. - Very good, sir.
JOCK: It's a privilege, sir.
Oh...
Oh, I see.
You one megabyte short of a RAM?
Even my horsey picture was on the block.
very, very sorry about everything.
AUCTIONEER: Ladies and gentlemen,
Oh, thank you very much.
with more respect when you drive it
disguised as our Sheridan.
Do you think that Bunny still has the painting now?
Oh, and his wife is on line six for you, sir.
(WHIMPERING)
I could declare to the heavens,
Ah...
(SCREAMING)
- No, I was just, um... - Of course you were.
Valet!
(SIGHS) Right. Gosh, it's been ages.
- MAN: Come on! - Twenty million, you swine!
And in exchange, he gives me a wide berth to ply my craft.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
No, he's here, sir.
Massive, crushing debt.
Head toward the bike.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please
It's all right, sir. It's all right.
Do I have 600? 600,000 pounds, ladies and gentlemen.
It is apparent that you are well-versed in the stick.
I am a man of few words.
Hi.
replete with feints and distractions
Come again?
which we might enjoy...
I have things firmly in hand.
The car has been loaded upon
Find, you said.
Despite his man purse, Strago is very dangerous.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
now that you've mentioned it,
(ALL GASP)
Score one for Mortdecai,
10% seems exploitive!
No painting takes three months to clean,
GARDENER: Miss Bronwen? Everything all right?
bidding on her own painting.
(WHISPERING) I'll make it up to you, Jockie.
But now you're dangling off the end of it.
(EXHALES)
I only gave her the once-over.
JOCK: I'll meet you inside, sir.
However,
(MORTDECAI LAUGHS)
- MORTDECAI: Where? - MARTLAND: There!
he will unleash his unpleasantness
- (GRUMBLING) - (SLAMS PHONE)
Very.
(SQUEAKING)
I do remember that there was an etching
a cargo flight to Los Angeles,
Bugger it. Oh, there he is.
He's linked to a number of
Want to die...
- Close your eyes, sir. - Right.
(SIGHS)
It is I, Charlie. Your husband.
You should go, sir, before the shooter circles 'round.
I'll be all right, sir.
escape this nightmare posthaste
(GRUMBLING IN ANNOYANCE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
Right. Sorry.
MORTDECAI: Darling!
(SHOUTS)
EMIL: Twenty-five and a half! 26 and a quarter!
Lady Mortdecai, the Duke is expecting you.
To the library, chaps!
- Bunny has it. - I beg your pardon?
(SIGHS)
is a well-spun rumor.
Ah, Jock. Dear, sweet, sperm-heavy Jock.
reveal the codes and transfer the money.
You will get used to it. I promise.
Some Women Go Blind Batting Their Lashes
Chuck E. Cheese’s
Unfortunately,
with a steel chair in hand.
Would you really do that for me?
- Johanna, do you... - Oh!
Ml5.
I'll handle things on this end.