Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bad things happen in combat. We move on.

but there are hundreds on the waiting list.

You're not Dracula. But you...

What are you doing today?

It's beautiful.

I trust the meeting was constructive.

It's just business.

[grunts] Unhand me!

and you'll do likewise, eh?

[phone continues ringing]

Well, it's just a demo for the record company, but, still,

of Her Rightful Majesty's government.

Mary Ann. Three years younger than Bet.

If you were to agree, a cease-fire,

[Troy] Ah, this is the life, eh?

-You can't make that? -Not at this exact moment, no.

No good way out.

Low creatures they may be,

Most women wouldn't try so hard to get themselves killed.

We've made no fucking progress at all!

-[microphone feedback] -[clears throat]

[distant screaming]

No, don't do this, Jimmy. Jimmy.

I'm Alfred Pennyworth, and I just did.

[clears throat, laughs softly]

What happened? Is she all right?

You've got to promise that you'll stop.

-Shut yourself. -What did I just say?

If London falls, the northern cities will surrender.

Oh, here we go. But what?

I assume you can take care of yourself, like I can.

[Daveboy] Aye, but what if there's a-- a knockout

Any road, she's got a right to know your history.

Uh, yeah, sure. I'll try.

we should surrender to vague terroristic threats.

-You are a treasure. -Isn't she?

Come on! [whoops]

Thank you very much. Very discreet.

You're not putting yourself in too much danger, I hope.

Uh, nothing. I'm-I'm not...

-Fuck you, too! -Shut it!

Learn to hate yourself a little bit more, be good for your soul.

-[panting] -So tell me.

-Must keep the old girl happy. -Jimmy.

-Oh. -What did I do wrong?

Why do you think?

Hundreds of them.