Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But if you're trying to actually escape--
...but there's a lot of weird sexual tension. LANA: Ha!
Oh, eat a dick.
Cyril. Wha--? Hey, Ms. Archer.
Probably my grisly murder, because we still haven't found that password.
Not for once, Lana. Hello? Columbia House.
Dungeon. Us. Crab. Huh?
Then I'll have to ransom her and Sterling and Rip and--
No, shut up. We gotta get that phone, or something. I don't know.
What about this Sunday?
Uh, the Lax-mi Singhers--
My problem, Lana, is you just Bonnie and Clyded my starting middies.
There, I finished. Jeez, damn.
RILEY: First of all-- Riley, no. Don't say it.
MALORY: Rip? Rip, I take it all back. You're as strong and sexy as the night we--
This whole dungeon is, um...
LANA: He's not talking about the defenders.
Keep looking, maybe I wrote it down. Um...
That's outrageous. I won't pay it.
Rip Riley here can fly anything. You know, as long as it's got fuel.
That may be the funniest thing you've ever said.
MALORY: Sterling, I don't know how you did it, but--
Aw, but I love it when Malory bails you out of one of your idiot jams.