Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[groans] valet.
Archer: [grunts]
‐ [grunts, groans]
Cyril, we were in this elevator
Right now, I need you to reload my cane.
‐ Shh. No, I'm done with valets.
‐ And we have to keep it a secret.
‐ Likewise. In terms of pleasure.
‐ Uh, sir, I thought I might prepare my specialty tonight,
You're bad.
And lasers.
They got these crazy fish boning knives‐‐
[gun clicks]
- It was a job, sir. - Not to me!
Cyril: Okay, what's more likely,
but, gosh darn it, I'm out of commission.
‐ Maybe we should focus on your obvious jealousy of Aleister.
Well driven, sir.
‐ [inhales] I'm staying.
‐ Ha! Parry, parry, riposte!
‐ Damn it. Why am I not dead?
or that someone wants to kill the world's most annoying spy?
if you don't shut up for my announcement.
‐ I beg your pardon, sir, but I'm not here to kill you.
and now they're out again?
‐ How would you press a tweed suit?
‐ Good, now back to me‐‐
Pam: [grunts] Cheryl: Ow!
Would you like to squeeze this lemon into my eyes?
- Lana: Ray! - What?
"and maybe, just maybe, I want to complain about the guy
‐ A fake rescue mission as cover for a secret vacation.
[with British accent] Welcome home, sir.
The guy I sometimes stab by accident?
both: Cool.
‐ You are aware that all my other valets
[grunts]
‐ Who I intend to stab on purpose
[keyboard clacking]
- I'll fill the tub. - And then fill me.
vis‐à‐vis color.
You added something incredible to my Eggs Woodhouse!
[sword shings]
‐ To criticize how stupid he is.
or just electrocute me?