Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, my Gosh, you killed a hooker. - Call girl.
Damn right you will. Idiot.
Yep. How you feel about that?
like you so much...
Probably less than a new set of kneecaps.
interracial porno in there.
In my body? No, no. Now, that is a breach of trust, Lana.
But, I mean, morality aside, how do you keep track of all these lies?
You just concentrate on your training.
I bet she, uh... Oh.
- Here's what thing? - Okay.
- Wait a minute. - But be careful.
vis-à-vis Cyril and Lana and me.
Yeah, Cyril. That was totally ninja.
Now Patricia’s a loose end
That depends on if that's a real thing.
- Then who are those guys? - How should I know?
Lord Feltchley, may I present Miss Lana Kane?
Now the Trump supporters are loose ends
- Throw me in a trunk? - Not part of the plan.
You get more beautiful every time I see you.
- Aah! - Shoot, bitch. Democracy's at stake.
An exotic woman on the bed...
Cyril, we've got big problems.
these antihistamines are insane.
- "Mr. Archer" was the "whom." - Worlds collide, huh?
Feltchley, you dirty Sassenach.
I'm sure it's not the first time you kept a secret from Lana.