Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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