Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, you just listen to me, buster. Bucky.
Heh. I don't even remember who peed on your sofa.
MALORY: Sterling, get your things.
Well, figurative-- Yeah, literally.
ARCHER: Noah, seriously, I swear to God, stop.
God, now that I think about it, you're my only friend.
Rock beats spoon. You should know that, you're an archeologist.
--I will never, ever forgive you, and we will never, ever be friends again.
What I do need is some fricking crab shampoo!
No, Mother, I'm a captive of pirates. Unh!
What money? Oh, really? You sure? Because all I need to do is just--
Please don't make me choose.
And before you see one thin dime, I want to talk to Sterling.
Middies, come on, get in position!
Uh, couple things. One, Ray, thanks for perpetuating the stereotype...
Ray?
Yeah. Yeah, it's just a big old goddamn fairy tale.
Suck it! No!
ARCHER: Lana! LANA: Archer!
We're leaving. Before this quack's office burns to the ground.
No, Pam, I didn't, because I'm not an id--
Oh, for-- And just how the hell are we supposed to lure him down here?
He-- Who knows? Maybe he had a brain aneurysm.
Phrasing.
BUCKY: Sterling Archer.
Duh.
LANA: Noah? Yes.
Arch get your happy ending before this bird shifter universe burns to the ground