Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[tense music] [glass shattering]
you only have‐‐ both: Three seconds.
‐ I think you mean my exo‐suit.
Dealer's choice.
‐ Because, Lana, I'm the world's greatest spy.
‐ Is it unsettling to anybody else
[gunfire popping] Cyril: Shit!
‐ That wasn't so hard now, was it?
[liquid pouring]
They ease my mind, but they're also an escape from...
Archer: Are you two sure I'm not going to
and that I might die in a vault with limited oxygen
Yeah. Here, you should try it on.
‐ [scoffs] That was...a test.
‐ Uh, well, I guess if you're eventually gonna kill me,
[alarm sounds] [mechanical clicking]
You're doing missions without me?
I just can't stop!
[gunfire popping]
Lana: Ugh, Archer was right.
You're the only one around here
I'm sure your billionaire husband, Robert,
‐ Got it. [gunfire pops]
‐ What are you doing here?
It's not random. Everything Hands does
on our radar during your coma.
‐ Get me out of here! [Cyril coughing]
and I don't get to meet her.
[dramatic music]
‐ What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do?
‐ What are you talking about?
It helps me focus and rid myself of anxious energy.
Now we'll take the stereogram‐‐ ‐ Holy shitsnacks.
No one wants a life coach whose entire life
‐ And suddenly, everyone forgets
the greatest inventor in history,
‐ Well, now I can do a ton of
God damn it.
'Cause I guess he's not so handsome now.
‐ [grunting]
‐ Oh, if you're looking for an exercise
[both panting]
[grunts] Holy shit.