Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, obviously, we'll put it to a vote, but...
No. I'm the Cop.
- How? - A four.
Whew. What else?
that a segregated service is just crazy.
- Uh, duh. - Zerp.
Was it 1886?
I mean, how hard could that be?
Yeah. Apparently, he was fine for a while,
Make me. I mean, don't make me.
- smoking reefers again... - I'm sorry. By "you people," do you mean...
Looks like she's having a rough night.
No! You go get her, and you bring her here.
Hi, alphonse?
I-I'm Archer. I'm a private eye,
I know, and I'm sorry. It's just...
- Even better. - I feel like we're gonna run out
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Ray Gillette. I'm kind of the Bandleader.
What do you think about our chances of getting out of here?
Bet they got arrested again. Idiots.
I'm just a sucker for physical comedy. Case in point...
Len Trexler and that Cop Figgis were gonna kidnap her, so...
What the hell are we doing down here?
Hang on. We still gotta get our fingerprint cards.
- That's your plan? - Well, it's a plan.
- I said, "Archer got away." - Oh, that son of a...
"Well, I've got some good news and bad news.
Eh. Yeah, so...