Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Should we leave?

‐ Unfortunately, no. [gunshot]

I create bait, I use bait,

‐ You talk about him more than anyone else.

What I always wanted.

‐ Mother, it's okay. Stop. I mean, gross.

- [intercom beeps] - Lana to the situation room.

It was... a pleasure.

- I'll take four. - Oh, shut up.

now that it's got all the good booze.

I took the liberty

of repurposing an unused storage space,

built into all modern elevators.

‐ Oh, Aleister. Nice to see you again.

- Wow, you told me first? - To spite you.

[knee cracks] [Archer groans]

‐ You realize you've brought a cane to a gunfight?

‐ Hello, Aleister.

‐ In that case, you might enjoy

‐ Wow. Aleister, you're hired.

Jump or die in a box, Cyril.

You don't strike me as a woman who can't do things.

he rearranged my entire closet in a way that makes sense,

‐ That's a bit hurtful.

But sometimes you fake it till you make it.

and yes, sometimes I accidentally shoot bait.

Did you really think you could get away with it?

Terrible thing, that shooting at the haberdashery.

I see a fragile baby bird.

- Aleister, reload me. - Don't reload him.