Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, okay.
Good, we got them.
Wait a minute! How are you walking around on ladders?
You lucky I didn't kill you. You're lucky I didn't kill you!
That Was Also Sarcasm, Since Apparently Now We're Saying Whenever We Do It.
Goddamn it.
Come out of there with your hands up!
The alarm company called us because the motion sensors were going off.
Shit! Oh, damn it!
You gotta wait till later, maybe after supper. Remember: No kissing.
I wasn't... That is the weirdest rule.
Hang on-- Archer, shut up!
Krieger's running the logs to see if any files were accessed last night.
I kind of have some family problems.
This is the only way out. Of the armory.
I bet he'll give you probation.
Which I assume is not only hot but also moist.
There's mines all in the yard.
Which would have been us. As the hostages.
Until you followed it up with nonplussed.
And since there's nothing in these logs, I, too, would like some answers.
Whatever, I don't know why I thought he could help save my farm.
Why am I in a, whatever, dune buggy?
Then Off to New York City
PONDER: All right, then! Light them up!
Well, that's just great. Everybody gets laid in the holler but me.
For the shockfights?
That was also sarcasm since apparently now we're saying whenever we do it.
Don't judge me. Food.
Um, they all think I'm married to, like, a woman, so...