Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, don't worry, I'm gonna shoot you. - Ha, ha. No, you're not.

What boyfriend?

Eh-ehh! Need an answer.

Well, we'll just see what Ms. Archer has to say about this Nazi beeswax.

Victimless crimes, Mikey. Tell me about the counterfeit chemo drugs.

It wasn't all that long ago that everybody hated the Irish... for swarming over here in their potato boats and taking all the jobs

[HIGH-PITCHED BUZZING]

- Zing. - And, Mother, we had a deal.

Yeah, they... Wait, what?

Mikey, you gotta listen to me.

Do you like him? Because I sure do.

Lana, you're in the isolation booth.

You can't do it, boy. I know you.

Unh. Not a smart mid-rampage move.

- Are you not listening to me? - Well, obviously not.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Tell your mother to give me a call sometime.

I can barely get a comb through this.

TOMMY: Ha, ha. Breast cancer.

- Why? - Because I'm way behind on my treatment.

Well, I feel bad for Archer...

Well, heh, you say that.

Rian hitting the knee caps and the survey says!!!

- Did he just crack on my scarf? - I think he did.

...so I'm making him some Portuguese flashcards.

- Oh, I'm sorry I called you an idiot, Lana. LANA: Ha, ha. Yeah?