Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Sorry. Just testing the range.
‐ Dang. Beach knowledge.
‐ But this is, like, eight missions' worth.
‐ Cyril, you're making this more annoying
[main title theme]
- Archer, come on! - What the shit?
Will you take yours in your office, sir?
You'd have to be insane not to want him to‐‐
- We are best friends. - Maybe I'm your best friend.
‐ Not possible, Mother. I'm still breaking in Aleister.
Or, you know, whatever.
You're my worst... stranger.
‐ [laughs] What is that accent?
[gunshot]
- Cyril Figgis? - The very same.
Hey, do y'all want the tropical spa package?
which means I can do your job and my office job.
- [knee cracks] - [groans]
And yes, he's handsome
‐ Phrasing?
‐ So what is Ray's tracking chip
‐ Oh, God, is this an honor thing?
how to finish a sandwich?
I'm Aleister, your new valet.
‐ Come on. It was just getting good.
Gentlemen, it's been an honor.
to prove I'm the world's best spy
‐ Pretty sure shooting a coworker
"Mr. Boston's Bartender Guide."
Wow, looks crazy shiny.
Ever since Archer came back,
‐ Hmm, can we still say that I beat you?
‐ He knows my foibles.
‐ I took the liberty of preparing an early meal
‐ You knew the Spartan General?
‐ If I don't, Aleister will.
‐ Where the hell is everybody?
[explosion booms] [Cyril yelps]
‐ You do now.
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being on the opposite side of the world
And, lady, you can't just drop a towel on a chair
‐ Wow. I honestly didn't know it could do that.
parry, parry, riposte!
‐ It can wait! I'm sorry, sir.