Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well then, Mr. Archer,
would I take your penis in my hand? My mouth?
After which, I just remembered I'm getting a haircut.
Do you hear me? Yes. We're right here.
I do. But what do I call you?
And I would like to hire you...
So, where are you, Figgis?
Hm. I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that. What...?
Oh, goody.
Now I can find his killer and take revenge.
Mm-hmm. Speak any German?
Well, after class flirt, I mean...
Ah, you know his wife left him.
That would break his heart. Mm-hmm.
Which, clearly, sarcastic.
a new hole in my head.
to just kill you myself. I...
No, thank you, Zerk, that will suffice.
Whose hobby is dissolving people in acid?
We're done when I say we're done.
Hmm. Bottle of PBR.
Goddammit!
Well, too bad.
your theory is the truck backfired,
That's... That's what I said.
which is barely enough to buy an extremely nice umbrella.
Careful what you wish for.
Who knows? They got their own calendar.
Depends. Who's asking?
and the cold, blue steel of my .45.