Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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