Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He-- Who knows? Maybe he had a brain aneurysm.
Heh. I don't even remember who peed on your sofa.
--I will never, ever forgive you, and we will never, ever be friends again.
Middies, come on, get in position!
Arch get your happy ending before this bird shifter universe burns to the ground
And before you see one thin dime, I want to talk to Sterling.
No, you just listen to me, buster. Bucky.
BUCKY: Sterling Archer.
Ray?
Please don't make me choose.
God, now that I think about it, you're my only friend.
Suck it! No!
Phrasing.
ARCHER: Noah, seriously, I swear to God, stop.
Well, figurative-- Yeah, literally.
MALORY: Sterling, get your things.
No, Mother, I'm a captive of pirates. Unh!
Uh, couple things. One, Ray, thanks for perpetuating the stereotype...
LANA: Noah? Yes.
What I do need is some fricking crab shampoo!
No, Pam, I didn't, because I'm not an id--
ARCHER: Lana! LANA: Archer!
Yeah. Yeah, it's just a big old goddamn fairy tale.
Oh, for-- And just how the hell are we supposed to lure him down here?
Rock beats spoon. You should know that, you're an archeologist.
Duh.
We're leaving. Before this quack's office burns to the ground.
What money? Oh, really? You sure? Because all I need to do is just--