Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[GUNFIRE] [OFFICER SCREAMS]
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
ARCHER: Those cannot be your only shoes.
- Oh. How much? - Quarter mil.
...and my new neurologist, I am doing no such thing.
Who? No, no.
3.1415912
- Nice extinguisher. - Thank you, comrade.
- We'll jump it. - Uh, no, we won't.
- Then if that is not Sterling, where is he? - Ha-ha-ha.
It means, best-case scenario, you have no idea who your father is.
Like taking the elevator.
Sterling Archer.
What an asshole.
[JAKOV SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
Just us, Krieger. Really just, you know, the core group.
I think not.
- So they say. - Hmm.
Nope.
ARCHER: Unless you wanna stay here.
Ten minutes. I drop kids off at pool.
- Eh. Nice apartment. - Thank you, comrade.
Damn it.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
- Why? - So I can go past you.
Ow! Ow!
Okay, I got my fake documents, plenty of cash, so the crossing should be a breeze.
BOTH: Oh, shit!