Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ow! That's not what I had in mind.
dressing up like Mr. Archer,
(ALL EXCLAIM)
Short-term, somewhere that's not
Go where?
Ha! What're you laughing at?
Archer and money and liquor.
for our current predicament, blame...
It's all your fault, it's all your fault.
They're prison gangs, not frats.
Not until he admits he's been half-assing
Nobody wants an enema.
(STAMMERING)
CYRIL: What the..
And you didn't even take a moment?
We are not leaving Ray.
Arriba! God damn it! Manos arriba!
But I need you to focus on me,
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
No, your utter contempt for your own mortality!
Okay, good, 'cause the dressing up like Mr. Archer part
I bet I wouldn't even enjoy...
with all this cocaine on board.
Aha! See, that's what I resent.
He's missing! With God knows how much of our dwindling cocaine
That was?
You done?
You're alive?
(GROANS)