Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

DRAKE: My God.
I'm-- Eventually?
Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.
As I was saying, it's possible for the EMP to stop a man's heart.
You could all learn from him.
Seriously, guys, read a book.
ARCHER: The hell is wrong with you, Lana?
No, I mean how would you phrase that?
But we can expect heavy resistance. I'm sure the mutineers are armed.
Would you calm the hell down? I am calm! I'm also out of here.
Commander Kellogg? It's Drake.
MAN: Burn rates were good. Flight, uh, stand by.
What is the deal with all the enemas? Uh...
Drop your weapons. Drop your weapons!
Oh, my God, am I glad to see you. We couldn't have held out much longer.
You don't think I could rock this?
ARCHER: They're running out of time, Pam. Oh, all right.
Wait till you see Phase Three.
I think that's a bit premature until we discuss our fee structure.
Come on!
Yes! Please don't do this.
Who, me?
I don't know if that was a long enough burn. Agent Kane, I need a readout.
...none of us were even lowly trained to be astronauts.
...the Vomit Comet!
One, I don't know what that means.
I call that the MOAB. it stands for--
Yeah, Lana. Wha--?
Look. See how it spins on its longitudinal axis?
Welcome to the...
No. Archer, no!
Meh.