Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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