Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WOODHOUSE: After that, it's all a bit fuzzy.
Oh, my God. Oh!
Trump supporters chanting stop the count in Georgia and count the votes in Arizona
- Thank God you're all right, sir. - God and my twin Vickers, Woodhouse.
Fish **** in it.
Didn't seem the sort of place one takes a baby.
Foxley, I think.
Oh, I'll just yank his pants off...
[CYRIL GROANS]
Pauvre Barbidur fauché la former, eue nue et il’s pleurs.
I think I would like it very much indeed, ma'am.
THISTLETON: I say, Woodhouse. WOODHOUSE: Yes, sir?
He's got it tough enough as it is.
I often Found Artillery People To Be... Low Caliber
- Of course I did sir. I'm a -Pozo
But seriously, I've wanted to tell you this for ages, but I never quite knew how.
Rko Outta no where
Idiots doing idiot things because they're idiots
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Cannot picture you as a fighter pilot.
I know you’re not supposed to have them on some naked Briggs children. In Northern Ireland.
BISHOP: Ow. - And my first-favorite lamp, fantastic.
[WOODHOUSE & SOLDIERS SCREAMING]
I had just gotten him to sleep. Don't you know anything about babies?
ARCHER: Oh, what the hell? Hello?
Sorry, sir. Here we go.
Yeah, didn't Oscar Wilde get hard labor for that?