Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All I wanted was to mourn the murder of my crazy-hot Russian fiancée...
What do you mean, Lana hasn't called?
- Yeah, they got old Ray this time. - Unh! Unh! Unh!
Eat a dick
Columbia House Record Club.
Thanks, human shield. Although, where the hell are all your men?
Okay, can I just run up to my hovel quick and grab the only extant copy of my dissertation?
And that we spare Malory the details of your time on Pirate Island.
This is Malory Archer.
You know what "license to kill" means?
...and it just so happens, Rip Riley here can fly it.
I doubt they'd keep it in here. ...in which we're still locked?
Hurry up, we don't have a minute to lose.
Dr. Charles Drew or I'll eat a bag of dicks!
This is Malory Archer.
Now, can we please get out of here?
Anthropologist.
What's your blood type? Heh. How would I know?
Noah! What?
No, not yet, but this is damn good. I...
The crease, idiots! Guard the crease!
Why would it be? It's not. I just need to move a little money around.
Noah.