Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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