Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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