Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ [laughing] Yeah!

‐ What? Wait, he doesn't have that power.

‐ And I never even named a beneficiary

‐ I think someone's trying to kill me.

- He's quite cunning. - Cyril Figgis?

You guys, look! It's like we're dancing.

‐ In her defense, she thinks all butlers are murderers.

He was top agent during your coma.

‐ I'd press it into a trash can.

[cane clicks] Aleister: Apologies, sir.

Watch. [inhales]

‐ Grade A sheared Mongolian goat.

‐ It would be my pleasure

‐ What if Aleister is the danger?

for maximum discomfort?

‐ [gasps] Really?

‐ I totally get that.

Damn it! You took my secret shotgun?

‐ Welcome back, sir. I've been expecting you.

‐ It's a normal British voice, all right?

Cyril: Boom goes the personnel health‐care form.

‐ [crying] You‐‐you taught...

‐ Aw, trouble in billionaire‐adise?

‐ We thought Ray was maybe dead!

Hey, I thought you broke your arm.

‐ It's a classic odd couple fight.

But you're right. The man is perfect.

- The phone's dead. - The elevator's broken.

But I do have one small concern.

‐ You haven't been doing your rehabilitation exercises.

‐ How should I rub sand into your eyes

‐ But not for long.

the traveling cable, the safety catch,

that this was a freak accident

If you're free.

‐ Cyril, no one tries three assassinations in one day.

‐ Please, allow me.

There's explosive residue on the coffeepot.

‐ Hey, I broke my arm on a mission‐‐