Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to getting a new goddamn sidekick.
I-I don't, I don't have to wear one of those, do I?
Shh. Stop. Stop it. Stop cutting.
I'm mad enough at you as it is.
- Now where is it?! - I'm sure I don't know.
Goddamn it. [laughing]
[sighs] Savages.
Ja, ja. Komm runter, Junge.
No, we are gonna beat Archer to it.
Ah, well, he said even I could come.
- Oh, my gosh, really? Wow. - What?
Okay, change of plans, you're coming with us.
- I do so! - [chuckling] Oh, please.
Yes, Lennie! [gasps]
Then what... is touching... my ass?
- Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hey. Whoa, whoa.
So what's the best way out of here? [conch blowing]
- You. - You think I'm the sidekick?
we should definitely open a detective agency.
I was gonna say I wonder what I'm gonna taste like.
- What?! - Goddamn it!
I mean, I've been here almost four years now, so...
- Guys? - What? He was gonna wipe them out.
[sips] Take us to the damn quicksand.
This mite-riddled bird's just stalling us
Well, that's the thing, there isn't one now.