Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

or begging for mercy over a vat of acid...
I guess I was busy fantasizing about Archer and Lana having intercourse!
Oh, dear God.
Look, what happens on this scratchy green office rug...
Wait, wait, you. Chocolate-fountain guy.
Just ask his slutty Mexican cook.
- And you know I love that. - Not as much as I love chocolate.
- I am, if you'd shut up. - And really pour out your feelings.
Bartleby, the Scrivener? Anybody?
And you expect me to believe that?
I'll pay for it.
Topper Bottoms Stern yet sensual skipper of the USS Rough Service
- What, they're your clothes, idiot. - Uhn!
It better be, Mr. Sex-Tape.
to airbrush wrinkles off your old ass.
and Skorpio's raping her senseless... - Oh!
And, Cyril, it's a rescue mission, okay?
What are you snorting off me? ..It's mostly MSG
Well, I know what you're not getting.
Is just fat dripping from kebabs.
- What did she say? - Well, she's still really pro-vasectomy.
- I don't even remember. Exactly. So...
How did you forget that?
- Oh, thank God. - Thank God?