Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rian hitting the knee caps and the survey says!!!

Well, we'll just see what Ms. Archer has to say about this Nazi beeswax.

- Oh, don't worry, I'm gonna shoot you. - Ha, ha. No, you're not.

Victimless crimes, Mikey. Tell me about the counterfeit chemo drugs.

Well, heh, you say that.

I can barely get a comb through this.

Unh. Not a smart mid-rampage move.

It wasn't all that long ago that everybody hated the Irish... for swarming over here in their potato boats and taking all the jobs

Eh-ehh! Need an answer.

Yeah, they... Wait, what?

You can't do it, boy. I know you.

- Why? - Because I'm way behind on my treatment.

Mikey, you gotta listen to me.

TOMMY: Ha, ha. Breast cancer.

Tell your mother to give me a call sometime.

[HIGH-PITCHED BUZZING]

Well, I feel bad for Archer...

Lana, you're in the isolation booth.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

- Did he just crack on my scarf? - I think he did.

- Zing. - And, Mother, we had a deal.

- Oh, I'm sorry I called you an idiot, Lana. LANA: Ha, ha. Yeah?

- Are you not listening to me? - Well, obviously not.

Do you like him? Because I sure do.

...so I'm making him some Portuguese flashcards.

What boyfriend?