Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oranges, exactly.

He runs everything here in Brooklyn. Numbers, protection, dope, prostitution.

Seriously, what is cancer?

- Ooh, do you guys have any snacks? ARCHER: Here.

[SPEAKING IN PORTUGUESE]

Right, yes, here we go. All right.

- Hang on, that was lame. - You killed my men, sure.

Sorry. Again. I'm not myself.

ARCHER: Seriously, these potato heads have to be the unsexiest mob of all time.

Wait, so I've been treating my breast cancer with sugar pills?

And second, until I find out where Delaney is, please stop shooting people.

- Krieger's one of the boys from Brazil. - Duh!

And you're taking tetraphenol orally, right?

Yeah, every Friday for the past three months.

Hey, just because he was your boyfriend...

- Jesus. - Probably why I've been in a great mood.

All those beaners care about is taking American jobs.

So if you're gonna shoot me...

...or for cannabidiol's clinically-proven ability to inhibit cancer cell growth?

- Yeah. LANA: Archer.

Cry havoc, and let slip the hogs of war.