Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

LANA: What? ARCHER: Yes, she's the rich one, she's a redhead...
me some towels? PAM: Yep! KRIEGER: You're not going to,
Why would you do that?!
Whoawhoawhoawhoa, back up. What is your definition of 'anonymous sex?'
LANA: Really? ARCHER: I've totally, relatively cleaned up my act.
(belches) (groans) (sighs) What's the worst that
that happy hour I smell? CALDERÓN: Yes, Mr. Archer. Please join us.
CYRIL: It's obviously Cherlene. KRIEGER: Totally.
Queer! [laughs]
(murmurs of agreement) CALDERÓN: And also let us not forget my brave soldiers, yes,
I am obviously talking to these gringos, and also, if I am here, then you are obviously not in
Shaker shake shake Dude likes jazz
CHERLENE: Goddamn it! Who the hell drilled my box?! ARCHER: So, we're just done
I... oh, got a, I got a... whoa, ho, ho, ho, oh, ho, ho, oh, no!
We did it! We're free! PAM: Do...?
MALORY: I'm sorry? CALDERÓN: Tanks? MALORY: For?
yourself! (muttering) PAM: Shh! Will you shut up?
MALORY: I... defer to you? CALDERÓN: Then yes, I think to start.
Amazing! A toast. CHERLENE: No, like literally
Anything. MALORY: Well, then that makes two of us.
Wait, are you drunk? ARCHER (scoffs): Please. Off 12 drinks?
may crush the rebel dogs. Did they tell you what is for dinner?
CALDERÓN: My wife. (Archer grunting)