Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ARCHER: Shut up. Shut up, here it comes.
- Your friend is dead. - What?
Wait. I got it.
[TIRES SCREECH]
- Ow! What the shit, Archer? ARCHER: Oh. Uh-oh.
[GASPS]
What, Lana?
...without the Nazi scientists we brought back after World War II.
...so why the hell are you poking a hole in my bag, Krieger?
But, Sterling, your tumor.
[MAN SCREAMING]
Two weeks of chemo with no hair loss, and you're not experiencing any nausea?
Do you feel those? Different circumstances, might feel good.
Hm, Vincent Van Go **** myself. Survey says...
I bet it smells like weed and rampage.
Zing! Ahem.
Me too. It was my fifth best feature.
[SPEAKS IN PORTUGUESE]
...for my said aforementioned cancer?
Singles resort. Phuket, Thailand. Whole place ran on beads.