Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...which is gonna be... ARCHER: Don't say it.
We're breaking into Rona's apartment to hide the journal Pam stole.
And we're not? Tsk, you got any idea how much I got on my plate?
Uh... Ooh. Malory!
There's a sniper out there who could spark World War III...
- Not Granny gets jungle fever. - Huh! Get out.
Oh, my... You're getting off on this.
What the hell, Lana!
- You're just doing this to spite me. - And?
Totally my fault.
It's tetrodotoxin from the fugu fish.
...than stand around all day and shriek?
Oh, fun. I never get to tell this.
You're not taking this. You never qualified as a counter-sniper.
PAM: Oh, my God, she's amazing.
- So glossing over why you broke your arm... - So he'd sign my cast.
- How do you forget...? - You rub one out, flip back to regular TV...
I don't know.
PAM & CHERYL: Wild Bill Donovan. - Wild Bill Donovan, head of the OSS.
- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Nope.
...not the embodiment of sexy, empowered womanhood that you've become.
Oh, yeah? While you're tangled up in a half-mile of shit-covered tape?
"Woman's perspective." I mean...
Lana, please, this is perfect for my role.