Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Golly! I have read about this.
that we are staring down the barrel of insolvency.
What's the matter with you, eh?
Do have a look, eh? (CLICKS TONGUE)
Poor old gal.
But if Strago is involved, well,
he reached underneath for the big decanter,
I'm deeply, deeply flattered, young man.
How 'bout some finger sandwiches?
(GROWLING)
Your services are no longer required.
by growing that horrible moustache.
(GAGGING)
He boffs Emil on the bean
Why, this is an outrage! There's not an ocean vista
this thing that's come between us.
MORTDECAI: So, I was a mule!
(YELLING)
Echo-ey, don't you know?
I will take your finger.
Hello, Sir Graham, you old member.
But there was mention of 30 million,
Ooh. Oh.
Lucky saddle.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Well done, Jockie.
And as a gentleman, I should warn you
why I shouldn't arrest you right now?
Yes, I was!
- Oh! - I'll have it on my wall.
Would you also like to make a bid?
No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
These were found in her camera.
But for those of us trying to get a bit of rest
Oh, apple of my eye. The love of my life.
with a little mystery goes missing.
- JOHANNA: Alastair! - Do it now!
I will kill her.
(LAUGHING)
Hey.
Could you give me the gun, please?
I have discovered
- (SCREAMS) - No time to dally. Ugh.
and I wondered...
Oh, and incidentally, I asked for some cheese,
Darling?
- Oh, my. - Oh, my.
Good God, Jock! Put that thing away, man!
What should I do now?
Thirty million. Final offer!
this fair land of the free!
it's a matter of urgent national security.
You look here, I will have you know that
Maurice?
Charlie? Why are people achieving climax
That's me.
What do you mean?
to a certain viewpoint. That is all.
Yeah, because when I've lost something,
- MARTLAND: Oh, dear. - (SCREAMS)
Has he got the painting yet?
Have you heard the expression, Open your balls?
(GRUNTING) Oh!
My, my, look at the time! Uh...
which I had now asked him to package
Why is Dmitri obsessed with testicula?
Whoa.
What painting?
having heard of our financial distress,
Thank you.
(SIRENS WAILING)
- 'Til tomorrow. Ta! - (HANGS UP)
The moustache, I mean.
You know how it is, gentlemen.
I should like to see her studio immediately.
- MORTDECAI: Ahh! - JOCK: There we go!
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
There has never been
Darling,
and calibrated movements of the Swiss watch type. What?
I hope you'll stay with me tonight. I'm throwing a party.
You will have hole in your balls!
Weenie, weenie, weenie, weenie, weenie...
Then we'll show it to them.
Our very future rests on
Shut the door.
(SOFTLY) What's in it for me, as they say?
You think?
(SCREAMS)
in that frigid city,
You are mistaken, sir.
Well, of course, Alastair.
whilst you were away, my darling.
Well, maybe he won't be able to make it.
-rry
Oh, my darling,
I've been trying to get rid of her,
The expert brushstrokes, the smooth lines...
Everything here makes me think of you.
she was also said to have been the King's mistress.
I know, darling.
Mmm...
I wasn't going to.
Every man should have a Jock, don't you think?
Right!
If it does exist, it belongs to Spain.
Chatter is he's found a dashedly clever way
I shall need a moment to think this through, I'm afraid.
Course you did, man,
Last night she was killed. Painting has disappeared.
Quite.
He seems to think that I have the painting.
We cannot go about selling off family heirlooms willy-nilly.
you might be interested in a museum-owned Goya,
(GRUNTING)
Where is the painting?
Bronwen makes a fake, and calls Krampf.
(GASPS) Love, your Bunny! Oh! The note in the studio.
Thank you, sir.
Oh.
Of course it is.
- No, no. - No!
My wife needs to come around
I am Lord Charlie Mortdecai,
Send your camel to bed DamMIT!
Yes!
Sit down. Sit!
I really did.