Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's still more than you've ever accomplished, Cyril.

Okay, now get back to the ship.

ARCHER: What's that supposed to mean?

Uh, I guess it all started when I was about five.

Asteroid storm.

You don't want to die alone?

-Well... -ARCHER: Wait, what's that?

keep Captain Price company.

Have you ever thought about it?

CYRIL: Space snails

Cyril, I guess just keep being useless.

LANA: Archer, be honest.

so it doesn't touch gross restaurant floors.

so she could eat them.

Space phrasing. All right, find it and fix it.

No! We should fly down

That's insurance that is accepted

-Not me. -And why not?

P.S.: Please eat me."

You know, for the person who got us into this mess,

Or, you know, whatever Pam has.

and get this sucker ready to blow out of here.

Don't make things worse than they already are.

The cover art is my Intergalactic Peace Prize medal?

Keep her company.

Anyway, the Tristan was on

But know that serving my fellow man...

(laughs) Are you kidding me?

That's the captain's code.

So give us, like, to the count of 60 to get back,

You're the one who wouldn't listen to me

-Shh, okay, okay. -More, more, more...

Chasing that space dragon. Rawr! (chuckles)

Oh, wait. Uh, sympathy?

I never wanted to be a fighter pilot.