Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Insurance policy!
Gentlemen, don't wait up.
Horny tigers. Pampage.
Guys, the microchips were for landmines.
Krieger, you've already taken, like, seven of those.
Why could that possibly be a relief?
would love to see this.
Is this the hospital, guys?
[body thuds]
Guys, grab the truck!
How did you find us?
So do you know what it's time for?
[sniffs] Sure, um, go ahead,
Yes.
But actually, thanks. We'll come.
[laughing] Oh, yeah, Sandra.
Come on, you're heroes.
Krieger, wrap it up!
What the hell happened?
You're just overworked.
He just walked away from me.
The field agent is back!
[singsongy] But I finally got a number.
[main title theme]
-Wh-what? -Cyril was first.
'Cause I think it was all on my card.
try to keep up with her.
Maybe for boring married Lana,
and my babysitter.
ALL: Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies! Spies!
Any second.
Where the hell did you get that?
Ugh, maybe this work hang would be better if we--
Charles Van Doren?
-Buy us a drink. -Shoving me solves nothing.
Is this about Archer calling you boring?
Ugh, mescal and Schuetzie?
[suspenseful music]
[tires squeal]
JAKE (In slowed audio) hiyah!
Whoo-hoo!
We do get hit in the head a lot.
[sighs] Fair.
The guy with the cane gassed me.
You're supposed to change the subject.
-[engine revving] -Ey, what the shit, Pam?
There's this new bar called I Don't Want to Go Home.
we haven't gone out since Archer was--
Why? I'm so lame.
You took down a secret lab.
-[coins rattle] -Damn it.