Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How dare you? You can just forget about that ransom.

Ooh. Or Lana. Lana.

Wait, shouldn't it be some kind of crab dish, because of the crabs? Like, uh, crab cakes?

Mother, I'm a little busy right now.

BUCKY: Aah! LANA: Unh...

There's a reason they call it "black-out drunk."

Do you hear me? I want proof of life.

Hey, telephone. It's your mother. My--?

Where that phrase comes from? Yeah.

One of these days, I swear to God, I'm gonna burn this place straight down to the ground.

So now, for the rest of your idiot life, I've got that on you.

CYRIL: Aah! Five-0. Five-O.

I Don't Even Want The Gay Back

MALORY: Sterling, get your things.

Uh, this thing called "my boss made me sleep at my desk," so pajamas.

Shut up. But I promised his mother that I would bring him home safely.

ARCHER: For once? Oh, my God, Columbia Hou--?

No, he-- it's the silent killer, Noah.

The world holds its breath.

Anthropologist.