Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

no, please stay. Mi amor, may I present to you Sterling Archer, and also his charming mother Malory.
CALDERÓN: Eh? (muttering in agreement) KRIEGER: Hey, what's
(indistinct shouting) ARCHER: Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
very bold colors here, and then the thick black lines are coming here, always drawing the eye to
...without all this incessant bickering. It's like I'm stuck on a school
Oh, my God, you gotta help me! LANA: Oh, for the... there is no ice machine!
But so far, being an international arms dealer is not.
some ice. KRIEGER: Oh, and if you see a housekeeping cart, can you grab
LANA: I will, Archer. I really will. AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER:
CALDERÓN: Wait, really? Anything? MALORY: Yes?
♪ I'll burn it down
ARCHER: God forbid. KRIEGER: Right? CYRIL: And as for who's the
ARCHER: So, phrasing's just dead then? LANA: What is your...?
ARCHER: It wasn't anonymous, Lana. I thought she was the maid.
LANA: Well played. PAM: I've got crate lag. LANA: And where are you
pretty serious about, by the way, but right now I want to talk about this other thing
is the White House has lost faith in your ability to win this war!
CYRIL: Clones? KRIEGER: Yes, clones! My God, it was like looking
LANA: Uh, hang on. Okay. (clears throat)
CYRIL: Krieger says-- ow, hold on... ARCHER: Goddamn it!
Why would you DO that?!
LANA: Oh, my God. MALORY: What the hell are you talking about?
there. COMANDANTE: Señor Presidente! The rebels have broken through
(shouting continues) LANA: Way to go, Gilligan. (gunshot)
(chuckles) ARCHER: I lied. I mean, yes, eight.
KRIEGER: Ooh, hang on, maybe this is it. PAM: I don't know.
CHERLENE: How? It came out, like, yesterday. CALDERÓN: Yes!