Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was invisible. He wouldn't even sign my cast when I broke my own arm.
I just this second realized why you do macramé instead of knitting.
- Damn it. LANA: Archer, look out.
- Uh, but you're a man. - And then some.
- Because that has been done. - It's a taut, sexy thriller.
Or it will be, if I could just get all the taut, sexy bits in the right order.
[HIGH-PITCH BUZZING]
Oh, my God, and the money?
We’re calling it Mandingo 2 The Enslavening
- Oh, my God, this is gonna be... ARCHER: Don't say it. I swear to God.
Wait a minute. What are you getting out of this?
...you forget it's in there.
Buy a suit at Bergdorf's, send the bill to my manager.
Why don't you just make it a shot-for-shot remake of Mandingo.
Where? Tell me where Pinch Two is supposed to go, and I'll...
So one Saturday when he had a game...
- Was really taking off.
I don't see a downside to that, Archer-wise.
- That's where you come in. - Bad writing.
I am why are you doing here fit! Uh oh! what the fuck is that, I can seat on chair of my shit and at once
CYRIL: I'm sorry? - I said, "Come in here, I need your help."
...there's some amazing stuff happening in Soviet cinema.
"Look at me." I was like, "Whoa!" Ha, ha.
Who I wrote an amazing poem about in... Damn, I wish I could find my journal.
Who will remember that at bonus time!
Eh, I shouldn't have started you off with a fully auto.