Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Weapons on stun. Fast and hard to the bridge.

Do I have to do everything?

DRAKE: Excellent.

I'm sorry to hear that, Agent Kane.

Well, come on, in this economy?

DRAKE: I would be well within my rights to jettison both of you into space.

Yes, Archer, duh. And if you're done doing each other's hair, let's--

Weightlessness!

Starting with a little training exercise we lightheartedly call...

COMPUTER: T-minus 90 seconds.

Next stop, Horizon.

Nor was I told there would be a party. Lana, what are you wearing?

Ha, ha. Who cares?

And two-- Hang on.

Or tricking me into that fart-locker to get blasted into outer goddamn space...

Who am I, 16th century female Irish pirate Gréinne O'Malley?

What do you mean, how? Mr. Ar--

Careful. Even on stun, it can--

More like what got out of her.

And two, you obviously don't know what "boarding party" means.

As always. Not always.

CYRIL: Oh, Jeezy H. Petes.

That being said...

DRAKE: That's why we call it that.