Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Y'all just assumed I was!
ARCH E R: Sterling Archer.
So not only is Ray not paralyzed, but his brother is a drug dealer--
No, it's not that, it's-- Plus I'd rather kill myself.
How did you afford all this? Farm subsidy.
What's his new, awful thing?
...or else him and his boys'll just take it and grind me up into fertilizer.
Oh, hey, do I do the face?
And where the hell is Sterling when I need him?
Well, you did used to pick on me a bunch. Well, I'm sorry.
If anybody gets hit, you grab one and slap iron to it.
First of all, that is a rooster!
That was sarcasm.
Okay, now I’m having third thoughts.
GILLETTE: Well, there she is. The old homestead.
Which you lost. Bronze medal is not losing!
How in the hell are you? Pretty good, E.Z. How you doing?
It would be rude not to eat her pie.
No! Yes!
I'd be delighted. Whoa, no, wait a second--
You almost got me and my friends killed!
We'd lose the element of surprise, Lana.
Folks, we can't sit around eating her pie all day.