Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you think this is some kind of a trap? Heh. What?
Which-- Ugh. Whatever. Uh, Cyril?
When I finally figured out how to tell you it's not yours.
...and let it go in your mouth. Oh, God.
Said the guy apparently too busy counting his bionic legs to help.
- Now, come on, hurry! - Unh.
...I should probably have something light.
Yeah, sorry, I had to ditch it.
Ray-- Or does Randy Roughhouse over here...
Get it together.
And-- What's Randy Magnum ranked?
Nor I you.
Well, and scientific research.
And if it didn't, all the more reason to drive this tub to Bermuda...
Okay.
...has nerve gas missiles in the first place, ahem...
And with your permission, I'm sending them down in the DSV.
Well-- Not to mention D.C. and Miami.
Ugh. I know, I'm not even trying anymore.
Da-da-da-da. You drink it, you replace it.
I've got like 50.
Murphy!
Something something danger zone?
...was gonna bomb New York with nerve gas?
- I'm skippering. - No. Archer.
Wait for my command to disengage the coupler.
Right? Maybe not, if he shuts the ha--
Shut up. Here. Wh--?
- Come on, hurry! - Move!
Plus, I'm super scared.
Goddamn it! Off! Unh!
CHERYL". Shut up!
Oh. Heh. Duh!