Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mother, I'm a little busy right now.
So now, for the rest of your idiot life, I've got that on you.
Wait, shouldn't it be some kind of crab dish, because of the crabs? Like, uh, crab cakes?
Uh, this thing called "my boss made me sleep at my desk," so pajamas.
Hey, telephone. It's your mother. My--?
Shut up. But I promised his mother that I would bring him home safely.
Where that phrase comes from? Yeah.
The world holds its breath.
There's a reason they call it "black-out drunk."
CYRIL: Aah! Five-0. Five-O.
Anthropologist.
Do you hear me? I want proof of life.
No, he-- it's the silent killer, Noah.
MALORY: Sterling, get your things.
ARCHER: For once? Oh, my God, Columbia Hou--?
One of these days, I swear to God, I'm gonna burn this place straight down to the ground.
Ooh. Or Lana. Lana.
I Don't Even Want The Gay Back
Right? Wow.
BUCKY: Aah! LANA: Unh...
How dare you? You can just forget about that ransom.