Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- That's not enough! - That's what I got to offer!
I can dance.
No doctors.
Certainly fallen prey to delusions of grandeur.
thousands of miles away from the battlefield...
- Ungrateful mortal! - Please don't!
- You'd be unfriendly if I prodded you. - Who are you?
Keep--
Here we go.
I can't remember.
Climb aboard. Give me your hand.
Where are you going?
My hand!
I hope you'll be very comfortable. Ciao.
- You? - Certainly not!
The moon is a very insignificant part of my domain now.
Surely this time there
I'm sure you'll be very uncomfortable.
All right. You take the baron.
It's Berthold!
Do you know where the rest of the gang are?
I still can't swim.
- Albrecht! - I don't believe it!
What's happening? You've got old again.
Those leg irons are to slow you down. Stop you tearing off all over the place.
Because I'm tired of the world.
You really are Baron Munchausen.
Darling. Take me with you.
And sin
and could never resist a wager.
even the magnificent Catherine the Great of Russia...
This lot expect them every century.
- We surrendered last time. - So?
I haven't got the treasure anymore! I spent it!
Open the gates, dear friends...
- You incompetent imbecile! - It wasn't me!
Hey! Tickley! Tickley!
- Shut up! - But he is!
I cut it from the top.
in very trying circumstances.
He really did! And he flew miles up into the sky!
- Heaven. - Hell!
- No. - Ah! Interesting place.
This is all your fault!
to be winning the war and saving the city.
Then you just tell me why it says, "Henry Salt and Son."
I can't keep this up forever!
- What have you done to the baron? - You want the baron?
Stop it!
the little girl because you're my favorite.
- Give me bacio, baby! - Yes, but eat first, darling!
What's the wind speed, Gus?
Stop it!
It was her!
It's the demon of the deep!
Jealous! I'm not jealous!
Climb into my hair.
We are supposed to be professionals!
that a modicum of snuff can be most efficacious.
Oh, you missed me!
The king and queen are charming.
Excuse me!
Oh, my goodness!
and the other.
Perhaps fate wishes me...
Keep up! Steady as you go.
with the petit fours.
- This way! - Careful!
I'm just on the cusp between Romeo and King Lear.
Sally, you can dance, can't you?
Perhaps you would care for a little light entertainment while you wait.
I am, alas, unable to offer you so splendid a gift.
Berthold!
are my giant employees--