Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's in here, you ritzy ditz!

Now, drop them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on! [Gasping]

So, why us? Why not keep it in-house at CIA?

[Laughs] Yeah! Lose that weight, Conway Stern!

That is my real name!

And the rest of you, I can't see any benefit

[bullets ricochet]

Not that. A.J. If something happens to us.

Then I wouldn't have had to watch you pound 20 drinks

Anyway, I doubt the robot has any bourbon,

while you bleed to death.

A-ya! [Cymbals crash]

If it's anybody around here, it's me.

On the top floor of the intelligence building itself,

Sterling! Excuse me?

and two, I'm talking about A.J., Lana.

you get to wear that ri-dork-ulous facerug.

You son of a-- [Growls]

[Blows landing]

[Distorted voice] What are you doing, Dave?

[High-pitched fart] In, like, five-teen, 40 minutes.

[A la Chuck D.] Base! Jumping. [Laughs]

It is kinda hard to tell with you.

why don't you shoot me?

[Groans] [Raspy voice] Oh, good. You're making tea.

That's Coronel Calrissiano to you!