Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When Ron said we were going on a cruise, I almost vomited blood.
The doohickey says he's about 30 minutes away.
Oh, or a credit card. Yeah, like at roughtrade.net.
But I have a list of all his known aliases, so see if any of them used a passport.
Dude, I’m not gay
Question one, "Does employee cooperate with others and..."
Talk to Pam today, because somehow and seemingly impossibly soon...
Dr. D.B. Cooper.
Well, except Ms. Archer.
For that. What, what is...? Oh.
But somehow, thanks to what I just assume is ODIN idiocy...
...landed safely, buried his chute...
I said who was in the goddamn--
That phone call was-- Luke!
Luke.
And yet you found room for a 20-page wad of Pam's stupid peer review!
Well, besides Lana ditching me. For what, an Entmoot?
It matters to me. Well, but you don't.
Ha! Nice. Queer.
Eight fireplaces, dude, how nuts is that?
And my point was, we could easily have done this by now.
Archer? Oh, dude, is it bad?
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
No, seriously, if anybody finds out I helped you, I'll be disavowed.
Yeah, gotta give them a head start.
Section three, Organization Skills. Cyril!
Strongly agree. And from where?
...shooting tranquilizer darts at the world's shittiest pet.
They kind of already are. There's only, like, two of them.
Dude, what? It was just the tip.
...a singular same-sex attraction. Can I, uh-- Um...
- Ow! Ha-ha-ha!
Only like ten people work in this whole goddamn chickenshit outfit.
Wha--? Jesus, dude, I'm not censored.
...The Russian Tea Room or The Palm.