Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

CYRI L: Well, try.
Re-evaluate your entire life. And yes, I'm sure.
Yeah, as opposed to the Doublemint Twins.
Why not? She's been coming to your rescue since you were in short pants.
Lana, I'm team captain. I built that team from nothing, and--
Jeezow, Lana, answer your stupid phone.
Finely-tuned hetero-athletes
I think it's great that for once you're getting out of a jam without your mother's help, but--
So give him some of yours. I'm A-negative.
Don't talk like black people.
Right in the same ear! MALORY: Ha! Good. Serves you right.
You don't know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them.
Uh, yeah. For your information, almost all male cheerleaders are--
An ad hominem attack because you've lost the argument? Okay... Then, I guess, just pout...
They're all at the intramural lacrosse finals.
I figured that we'd kind of work backwards from the, uh, stealing of the helicopter.
Ray? Ray?
Lana, shut up. That's today? Yeah, it's right now. Well, in 10 minutes.
MALORY: You're no spring chicken yourself.
ARCHER: The crease, idiots! Guard the crease!
Whatever. If you're doing it just to get on my nerves, okay, I get it.
What the hell is your problem?
Archer. Ray is dying.
What's your blood type? Heh. How would I know?
Oh, my God, yes.
MALORY: ls Lana hit? Someone talk to me!