Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No'?
I got some Kentucky Moon in my-- Ooh, give me.
And when we were kids, she was so mean to me.
So since we're talking about 40 hostiles, I have a follow-up question.
- What? - A year?
My God, the almost deliberate way...
Ray, now!
Oh, my God, just like that old gypsy woman said--
What? Ha-ha-ha!
That's still a lot. Shut up.
You people lure us out here to help the government recover a hydrogen bomb--
Overfishing, industrial runoff.
Who'd you get? Oprah?
No one cares because most importantly-- I cheated not only death...
Who could forgive a person who buys a boat this big with no bar on it'?
...taking me to the bottom of the ocean to face 40 eco-terrorists...
...twice the size of the United States.
Honestly, and I don't know why this is, but, heh, it never really gets to me.
I know, but don't put that in there. Let me just read my list of demands. Ahem.
Damn it! Oh, my God.
I mean, not even cooking sherry?
Archer-- Nope.
I know, but, Cecil.
Not surprising, given your salary.
I didn't give you mouth-to-mouth. Come on, admit it.
I know what it means, you toboggan-wearing ass.
Huh. Mildly inauspicious.