Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And you are the only man who ever made me--
And you are the only woman...
I-- Whatever. Look, obviously there's--
Figo. He really drops the GD bombs.
Dead. Nice job, Oliver Cromwell. I killed the pope.
Aww!
Ha!
What? No, you idiot, your spoon cooker.
...then tell Rodney they need travel documents an hour ago.
- Hey, I can see St. Peter's from here. - Archer, look out.
Since when? Since-- None of your beeswax and--
Krieger! Jazz hands.
Wait until they're right beside us, then swerve into them.
Really wish I hadn't focused so heavily on the Romansh.
...which, by the way, was grossly-- Inadequate preparation...
So equally sexy?
Mm, no. Whereas I was just speaking Italian...
Can't have anything nice.