Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sniffs] Sure, um, go ahead,
You're supposed to change the subject.
So do you know what it's time for?
ALL: Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies!
[singsongy] But I finally got a number.
How did you find us?
-[coins rattle] -Damn it.
You're just overworked.
There's this new bar called I Don't Want to Go Home.
Charles Van Doren?
Ugh, maybe this work hang would be better if we--
Why? I'm so lame.
[suspenseful music]
Any second.
Come on, you're heroes.
Where the hell did you get that?
-Wh-what? -Cyril was first.
But actually, thanks. We'll come.
Ugh, mescal and Schuetzie?
Maybe for boring married Lana,
Horny tigers. Pampage.
Why could that possibly be a relief?
try to keep up with her.
[sighs] Fair.
The guy with the cane gassed me.
'Cause I think it was all on my card.
Krieger, you've already taken, like, seven of those.
The field agent is back!
Guys, grab the truck!
Yes.
Gentlemen, don't wait up.
[laughing] Oh, yeah, Sandra.
we haven't gone out since Archer was--
and my babysitter.
We do get hit in the head a lot.
Is this about Archer calling you boring?
You took down a secret lab.
Insurance policy!
-[engine revving] -Ey, what the shit, Pam?
[body thuds]
Is this the hospital, guys?
Krieger, wrap it up!
Guys, the microchips were for landmines.
[tires squeal]
He just walked away from me.
[main title theme]
What the hell happened?
JAKE (In slowed audio) hiyah!
Whoo-hoo!
-Buy us a drink. -Shoving me solves nothing.
would love to see this.