Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just traveled 8000 miles and got ambushed by Malaysian pirates...
Wha--? Excuse me, I didn't even go.
Right? Yes, Archer, because if you do this--
...the bucket.
And then try Lana's sat phone.
Fairy tale? Uh, phrasing?
But now I guess the Archers of Loafcrosse...
Oh, my God, be more Chinese-y.
In my work?
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, yeah, his name's Houdini. Whom I wish you were.
...shit-faced drunk as we were last night in the hopes that we remember the password?
Yeah, speaking of forgetting, couple things. One, these aren't my friends.
Cyril, never mind moving that money.
NOAH: Oh, my God.
Are you gonna type random words in there the rest of your life?
Heh-heh-heh-heh. It's an idiom, you heathen.
ARCHER: Spoon him! What do you mean, spoon him?
Noah! Wounded! No, no, I'm--
Come on, you're gonna kill him. Yup, that's the plan.
I'm kidding. Crab rangoon.
"KillArcherDie." No. PAM: Um...
Although, if I was a gambling man--