Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

BARRY: Oh, for... Jesus. Did you even try?
- Lana. - Yes?
Okay, we wait some test on you. So now I take coffee break.
You don't look so dangerous now.
- Undercover? - Wha...? Of course undercover.
He's really got a temper.
Wow, uh, a lot of fears kind of coinciding here.
Does...? Are you implying my mother gave virgin birth, or what are you...?
That's some scandalous shit
Oh! Ho-ho-ho! Uhn!
Why would he...? Oh, is this about Nikolai Jakov, the head of the KGB?
Uh, hey.
See? Huh, was that so hard?
I'm sorry, Malory.
...comes home for his borscht, only to find an unexpected dinner guest.
- Hello, Mrs...? - [IN RUSSIAN ACCENT] Miss.
- Hey, stupid. - Barry?
Because hate to do it to you, but I'm commandeering your vodka.
There's 200 pounds of asshole hanging off them.
...and if he's not there, you go straight to Moscow.
[IN SINGSONG VOICE] Awkward.
Rethinking a lot of things.
Wait, wait, wait, Barry. There.
- I am sorry, Mr. Archer. - Goddamn it, I'm...
Get your bloated carcass in here.
- Oh. But he's such a douche bag. - I know, dear. But he's also my son.
[BARRY CRASHES]
...putting me there right about the time Nikolai Jakov, head of the KGB...
L... I don't even know how to respond.
F you, you cunts.
Archer, let me climb up you.
As what? Russia's only black woman?
Parachute!
- I am KGB. - Oh. Oh.
Um, okay. Uh, until then, do you have some sort of escape plan or...?
BARRY: No, no, no.
MALORY: Wait, l... Nikolai?
[MAN SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
So, Barry, looks like the whole find-out- who-my-father-is thing isn't happening...
Even if he is my son, it is too late.