Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And we're not? Tsk, you got any idea how much I got on my plate?

Totally my fault.

Lana, please, this is perfect for my role.

...not the embodiment of sexy, empowered womanhood that you've become.

There's a sniper out there who could spark World War III...

- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Nope.

We're breaking into Rona's apartment to hide the journal Pam stole.

- How do you forget...? - You rub one out, flip back to regular TV...

- So glossing over why you broke your arm... - So he'd sign my cast.

"Woman's perspective." I mean...

PAM: Oh, my God, she's amazing.

...than stand around all day and shriek?

- You're just doing this to spite me. - And?

Oh, fun. I never get to tell this.

- Not Granny gets jungle fever. - Huh! Get out.

It's tetrodotoxin from the fugu fish.

Oh, my... You're getting off on this.

Oh, yeah? While you're tangled up in a half-mile of shit-covered tape?

Uh... Ooh. Malory!

PAM & CHERYL: Wild Bill Donovan. - Wild Bill Donovan, head of the OSS.

...which is gonna be... ARCHER: Don't say it.

What the hell, Lana!

You're not taking this. You never qualified as a counter-sniper.