Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you can kill me, then you can kill Cyril.
Time for the final exam: a gentlemen's duel.
Wait, just one question. Why use me to get to Cyril?
I wonder what color he wants.
Aleister, avert.
[screams]
Oh, also... no.
of repurposing an unused storage space
‐ Thank you, sir, but it wouldn't be proper.
‐ Perhaps a drink will help us break the ice.
‐ No one's trying to kill me.
‐ Attention. Attention, please.
‐ Don't worry about Ray's trackers
‐ So?
I love you, Aleister.
‐ Oh, crap. We're only on the third floor?
is my second favorite kind!
‐ At least that beach behind him looks nice.
‐ Good, which means I am officially the world's best‐‐
‐ Exactly!
‐ Not at all, sir.
‐ Seriously? Cyril, did you just hear that?
but my left leg is all messed up, and I...
go extinct two months ago?
‐ Sloppy balestra. You call that a coupé?
I certainly can't.
And the Steak Aleister was just adequate.
‐ You spend hours a day with him.
‐ You made me believe I could love a valet again
- Sir. - That's my guy!
Hey, do you like my tie? Aleister picked it.
Holy shit. That is good.
"I know how to handle Archer, buddy, okay?
I have an office! Cyril, Cyril, Cyril!
‐ Is anyone else worried about Ray?
I made it into the jungle,
What are you doing here after normal business hours?
‐ Making me the world's best spy.
It sounds like you're nearby. Are you in danger?
fill these out in triplicate.