Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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