Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[groaning] Jesus fucking Christ.
Ooh!
Hello. How are you, sir? Uh…
[rubble falling]
Sit down.
[in Latin] "The eagle does not catch flies."
[priest] Right behind you.
For strength.
Was I old?
Fuck. Shit.
[classical music playing softly]
Shh!
And we're evidently hunting vampires. Got it.
[inhales]
Hold your bag tight.
Psst, little girl! What are you looking for?
At least my Hungarian is getting better.
[sighs]
What's your name?
[scoffs]
[sniffling]
Vera Peschauer!
Bonds? Coins? Cash?
Fuck!
You never know what can happen. That's what it means, this money,
Krugerrands.
Holy shit, of course.
Ah, yeah.
Ugh.
And then, turns out, I couldn't change anything at all.
[grunts]