Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bocados de mierda.
Oh, but "why" is such a troublesome question,
- Hooray. - Oh, shut up. And you, give him some air.
of 'em are just gonna be fightin' over your dead-ass bones!
[grunts]
- [Pam] Dead-stickin' it! - [Archer] Right?
the closest airstrip we can land on is on Motu Papa... here.
[engine sputters, dies] [music]
[music]
Which is... fledgling!
- Was ist "limp"?! - Relax!
- Well, I mean... - Bird?
'cause if it doesn't, none of this shit matters...
Airspeed! Nose up! Flaps! Flaps!
you relax and just fall over sideways,
[sighs] Great. Now that's broken.
[chuckles] Funny stuff.
[dragon grumbles]
[Archer] And I'm just 49, tip to tip...
If it's not one frickin' thing with you people, it's another.
[Archer] I! Am! Immortal!
C'était! De! Paris!
- Reloading! - Lizard pheromones?!
That... No! I will not be your whore!
- For what? - New experiences?
[Pam] Loaded!
- That better mean "Thank you." - Nngh! It does not.
[Pam] Yeah, so, but then you slam a wing