Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and you don't need more dudes on Mars-- Archer!
Because even if we didn't need all the manpower we can get...
Uh-- Never mind. I'm sure someone is gonna feed the farm animals.
Well, congratulations, you ruined it.
Ooh, yes. Another palace must-have.
Get in there. In here sounds great.
lnvol-- Wait, you mean slaves?
...there's no ship to take you back to Earth.
There is no Mars without you, Tony. I'm sorry.
Archer broke both of Wu's arms.
Then why isn't the airlock open?
You just single-handedly doomed mankind!
Whose idea was that? Ahem. Dave's.
Ugh. It's not--
How do you not get that? Cyril, I know what an animal farm is.
HOLOGRAM: Krieger-san!
Right here, space-nuts.
Okay, Ray, Cyril, get ready.
Lana, the penis-to-your-vagina ratio around here is creepy enough already...
LANA: Aw. Come on, really? MALORY: Don't blame me.
Don't judge me on the how, until you see the why.
Look, look, look. Hang on, hang on.
All right! No, no, no. What are you doing?
Yeah, I think that totally works. Stole them from the gift shop.
LANA: Yeah. So, Trish? What?
COMPUTER: Ignition.
Pam, shoot!
I thought I'd made myself very clear. You did, but--