Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Would you like a spot of tea? You... Yeeees...!
What bothers me is that he looks like an old woman.
Damn those Sons of Liberty sons of bitches Dennis.
A pair of poofs about town.
- What? - I'm sorry.
Charlie, goddamn it!
Let's start by taking down all of their names.
Your voice needs to come off as elegant (with English accent): as your clothing, okay?
Are you saying you're gay?
Don't worry. Don't worry.
- It's gonna go to their intention. - Let's cut it of in pieces.
We'll give you this. We brought this for you.
Uh, pardon me, pardon me, good sirs.
Do not shoot that pumpkin! What are you doing?
are you saying you’re gay?
That would be me.
Our bad. Uh, just tell me.
Those wooden teeth are killing me. That lisp is stupid.
Nayeth, Nayeth Bad Intel there
But, you know what, that's not really what bothers me about this.
DAMN YOUR NECROMANCY WOMAN!
We met the other day...
Madam.
- You harbor patriots. - Oh, whoops, no, no, no.
It's just so cramped in here.
I'm dressed like a nobleman, okay? These people respond to royalty.
- Definitely. - Okay, clearly the British are gonna win this thing.
We have to make our own declaration.
you got a revolution coming.