Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That may be the funniest thing you've ever said.
MALORY: Rip? Rip, I take it all back. You're as strong and sexy as the night we--
This whole dungeon is, um...
MALORY: Sterling, I don't know how you did it, but--
Oh, eat a dick.
Probably my grisly murder, because we still haven't found that password.
Cyril. Wha--? Hey, Ms. Archer.
What about this Sunday?
...but there's a lot of weird sexual tension. LANA: Ha!
Rip Riley here can fly anything. You know, as long as it's got fuel.
There, I finished. Jeez, damn.
Not for once, Lana. Hello? Columbia House.
Uh, the Lax-mi Singhers--
Dungeon. Us. Crab. Huh?
Then I'll have to ransom her and Sterling and Rip and--
No, shut up. We gotta get that phone, or something. I don't know.
RILEY: First of all-- Riley, no. Don't say it.
But if you're trying to actually escape--
My problem, Lana, is you just Bonnie and Clyded my starting middies.
LANA: He's not talking about the defenders.
Aw, but I love it when Malory bails you out of one of your idiot jams.
That's outrageous. I won't pay it.
Keep looking, maybe I wrote it down. Um...