Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And B, that's not even real shrimp. This is all vegan soy bullshit.
No. Long Island Iced Tea number three really took the edge off.
...who aren't gonna die in a helicopter crash?
Yeah, but you know, plus time, it equals--
But Cheryl and I split our parents' estate, so technically I'm only worth 500 million.
- Well, Cheryl, you come by it honest. - Speaking of--
Oh, my God. I don't know what to say.
...you can talk to my stupid, gross brother Cecil.
I just wanted to get you people on tape saying Cheryl was crazy...
Well, you seem busy.
Take that, gazebo!
You want one? No, I'm not drinking, but--
Archer!
Get off me!
That's why we can't have scissors.
It's about the B-52's payload.
I won't tell if you won't tell.
Oh, my"
Last one, swear to God.
You've got this whole Jacques Cousteau thing going on, that's--
Oh, quit milking it.
I mean, the arson is not surprising.
Why not? It's how we got the Virgin Islands.
Will you shut up?
...so I could get control of her inheritance