Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you're done being an asshole, help me strip this guy so I can--
Oh, please, you're not fit to be queen of...
Oh, don't mind me, ma'ams.
What's more insane? Suffering through famine, war, disease on a dying Earth...
Wait, can she hear us? Man, I hope not.
Ew, birth.
"I'm Going Into Stasis. Wake Me Up When We're On The Ground."
What was that? What did you say? Tony, stop.
...fight them off.
I can take him. Did you not see those claws?
I think I got them. Did I get them?
Yeah, no, the shuttle, it's--
Hello, is this airboats?
Uh, this is Barry.
Wait, what is this?
Duh!
What? Oh, just lifting a thousand pounds like it's an apple, no big deal.
Majestic. Right.
Using me as your brood sow?
CYRIL: Okay, folks, next stop, planet Earth.
Uh, your wish is my command. CHERYL: Duh.
I'll be right-- LANA: He can't get in here.
ARCHER: What are you doing? CYRIL: Heh, heh, heh. You'll see.
...so why not let us three go--
You got a better idea?
You can kiss three-fifths of my ass.
I'm on my way.
Hey, pumpkin pie! What's that?
No. No, I'm in, uh, London for wor--
Every time y'all fight he beats you like the redheaded stepchild of a rented mule.
Well, let's put a pin in that.
We gotta move! Come on!
No.
Well, now they're droopier.