Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And by the way if you hate to go to school
Aren't you supposed to stop me committing crimes?
Took Mr. Ed, humpty-dumptied it over Gate's head...
We'll begin the bidding...
Leonardo da Vinci's last commission for the Duke of Milan.
Tommy, you took down Captain Bob's steering wheel?
Jail, you asshole! Our foot soldiers will blow your brains out.
Hey, subtlety's not one of our strong points.
- It's a very special night. - Yes, it was.
it was to give him something more than he expected.
- Would you get going? - Come on, go!
World! Domination!
Haven't you ever seen David Niven? Tiptoe in, tiptoe out.
Sold!
Why is the world jam packed with such idiots?
Tell you something about the bar. You're going to love it.
I can't move! I'm gonna rip their fucking tongues out!
We know any of the guards? Not one?
Jerry, check out Big Stan.
The paintings, the sculptures.
No? Try this.
You don't expect me to fall for that old gag.
two thieves attempted to steal it.
- Simpson? - Yeah.
Long ago, the Duke of Milan commissioned a little-known artist...
Yeahhhh.. that's probably what happened
Nice Hawk.
BUNNY BALL-BALL
Thank God. 212-555-1989.
he'd be eating microwave sushi, naked in the back of a Cadillac with both of us.
You mean Pokey?
All right. I am not deaf. Don't make fun of my hearing.
Cesar Mario. Antony Mario. I didn't know the circus was in town.
I dumped some lire into research.
Bunny, you weren't that bad!
The Sign Says No Horseplay In The Pool Area.
- I have a plan. - You got a plan.
Cute shot.
Witchcraft?
I'm sorry, Eddie.
We better go this way.
Here we go.
Three minutes, four seconds.
Pick it up.
2-1/2 minutes to save Anna, 3-1/2 to save the world.
Money isn't everything.
How.
Can you believe that kooky elephant?
That's it.
- Six iron? - Bingo.
Any minute now, Mr. Gates.
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
Butlers forcing me to steal something it appears I didn't steal.
Don't hate me, baby.
- How do I look? - Great. Are you kidding?
- He's gotta be happy with that one. - So what do you say?
Depressing?
Enough!
Oh, sorry, Jeeves.
- See you around, Mike. - Take it easy, Eddie.
This is supposed to be torture, not therapy.
We will not lie down for some schmuck from New Jersey.
As you know, the da Vinci codex...
Oh, I think He wants me to keep an eye on you.
You were hired as bait.
We got some good news and some bad news.
I'm racking up those frequent flyer points.
- That's from the gold machine. - Yeah.
You still got a thing for those unmasculine European coffees?
For God's sakes, somebody chain this convict.
Is this funny? You think this is some kind of fucking joke?
- Where to? - Quit worrying about them.
Surely this must offend.