Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Len, what's going on? TREXLER: You're mean.

[DRILL WHIRRING]

We met in a "Pray Away the Gay" bible group. That was a pretty weird time for me.

All right, those are ODIN guys. Ray, you're the little pink sailor and...

Wait, why do we have so many damn dolls in here?

Yeah, Anastasia. She killed herself.

Aah! Aah! No, no, no.

- Well, people in hell want ice water. - What?

ARCHER: Oh, boy. - Technically.

So can you put it in a person's brain?

...horrible woman? - That's Malory Archer.

Ugh. I don't think I even wanna know.

Oh, honey, totally, yes. I mean, I do have to sleep with Barry, but...

- Not anymore. - What in the...?

A microchip? Russian markings? What on earth is this?

"Taking" as in to get this job, I'd have to have sex with you?

I know it's killing you that she's leaving you for another man.

But are you sure you'll get the job?

- Yes, ODIN. - Why would ODIN wanna buy...?

Next thing I know, he shoots me full of some kind of fish paralyzer.

How's Regional Director for the Americas sound?

- Not the medical kind. - Not even the other kind.