Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Does...? Are you implying my mother gave virgin birth, or what are you...?
Wait, wait, wait, Barry. There.
BARRY: No, no, no.
There's 200 pounds of asshole hanging off them.
...comes home for his borscht, only to find an unexpected dinner guest.
- Hello, Mrs...? - [IN RUSSIAN ACCENT] Miss.
- Oh. But he's such a douche bag. - I know, dear. But he's also my son.
...putting me there right about the time Nikolai Jakov, head of the KGB...
- I am sorry, Mr. Archer. - Goddamn it, I'm...
He's really got a temper.
Okay, we wait some test on you. So now I take coffee break.
L... I don't even know how to respond.
So, Barry, looks like the whole find-out- who-my-father-is thing isn't happening...
Um, okay. Uh, until then, do you have some sort of escape plan or...?
Wow, uh, a lot of fears kind of coinciding here.
Parachute!
Uh, hey.
[IN SINGSONG VOICE] Awkward.
Archer, let me climb up you.
Rethinking a lot of things.
...and if he's not there, you go straight to Moscow.
That's some scandalous shit
Why would he...? Oh, is this about Nikolai Jakov, the head of the KGB?
Oh! Ho-ho-ho! Uhn!
I'm sorry, Malory.
As what? Russia's only black woman?
[BARRY CRASHES]
- Hey, stupid. - Barry?
- Undercover? - Wha...? Of course undercover.
F you, you cunts.
MALORY: Wait, l... Nikolai?
Even if he is my son, it is too late.
BARRY: Oh, for... Jesus. Did you even try?
Get your bloated carcass in here.
- I am KGB. - Oh. Oh.
- Lana. - Yes?
See? Huh, was that so hard?
Because hate to do it to you, but I'm commandeering your vodka.
[MAN SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
You don't look so dangerous now.