Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're leaving. Before this cruddy school burns to the ground.
And since I haven't called in, ISIS should be calling me anytime now.
Aha! But I shoot gun many times...
Well, don't hog it all.
...and it just so happens, Rip Riley here can fly it.
Ugh. Smells like a kennel in here.
MALORY : Sterling, are you all right?
They made it to the finals? Uh-huh.
--He's already a quart low, so...
Because you can forget ransom, now you and your friends will die here.
Malory will call, she'll haggle over the ransom for you, me and Riley.
Uh, no, you do not.
...and in all the excitement, I lose track myself. Ah.
Ray! Now I kill you.
What I don't have, is all day.
LANA: Ray? Ray, come on honey, stay with me.
Your exact words, Pam.
Finely-tuned hetero-athletes. Yeah, hang on, I'm getting a call. Brriing!
Incoming!
I remember being really mad and really drunk and deciding to do some online banking.
Oh, and don't be here on Sunday, Pam.
ARCHER: Not sure that's helping. Yeah? Well, neither are you!
Sterling can get himself out of this jam, for once.
Why would it be? It's not. I just need to move a little money around.