Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am not. What?

Now let's go bury this dead hooker.

- But about plans: Health plan switchover? - Cyril.

this stupid plan... - But I just...

You'd recognize a vegetable that wasn't wrapped in a Monte Cristo sandwich.

- You spot your first threat. Woodhouse. - Ooh. Hoo.

Wow, Archer, you were right. A tailored suit hangs so much better.

Karate? The Dane Cook of martial arts?

...you have a certain... thickness... about you That I find very appealing

- Oh, Ms. Archer's taking care of those. - What?

Keep your story vague. That's lesson one.

Excuse me. - Lana?

Inject me with some crazy spy poison?

plan. - Right. I think. Oh.

No offense taken, Your Lordship.

And the skinny-bitch-ectomy you need.

- It's a gift. - Thanks, wow, that's slippery.

And to plan-covered elective surgery.

She's obviously attracted to men of danger.

but you have a certain thickness about you...

And also woefully esoteric.

- Really? - Well...

I just wanted to show you I could be...

if Jane was the last one to log in.

I'm sorry, Cyril's off what? With whom?

And also a dealbreaker.

...you have a certain... thickness... about you That I find very appealing

Well, it may seem daunting now...

Archer train me? To be a field agent?

Okay, now what is this herpes business?

You tell me, does it look like I'm allergic?

- Stop it. No. - No.

- Oh, my God, you killed a hooker. - Call girl.