Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not that, crybaby. This. The door's locked...

[SINGING] Forty ounce in my lap And it's freezing my junk

- This is why I did not wanna do this. - Oh.

- Yeah, right. My luck's not that good. MAN: Aah. Ew.

Uh, none for me. Have a nice break.

...I think she used to screw, ick, Nikolai Jakov, the head of the KGB.

[DOORKNOB RATTLING]

Sterling's probably being tortured as we speak.

Who may be his son. And for dessert, we will have the truth.

Y'all know me, I'm no gossip, but that is some scandalous-ass shit right there.

[YELPS THEN GRUNTS]

[ARCHER SCREAMING]

Yeah, so I hear.

- You know how bad that is for eardrums? - What?

- I am, if you'd hang on a damn minute. OFFICER: Come on.

Uh, how about something a little less sarcastic?

[SINGS] Sex, baby, let's talk...

[SOLDIERS MUTTERING]

Yeah, no, I do not like those odds.

- Oh, guess who that is. - Really?

Which is apparently a soldier factory.

- Hi. I'm, uh... - Sterling Archer.