Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the shit!!!!!
Doctor, I have Ms. Archer's results.
Only tiny and sweet.
You're gonna be fine.
- Hey, can somebody water my plants? - Yes.
Come on, Seamus.
Rinko Kikuchi in Babel. Jesus! Another racist alert?
Carol and Pam and Cyril.
[English - US - SDH]
So here, show some support.
Both mentally and spiritually, Brett.
- Archer... - I might die tomorrow...
Well, I have to be positive, Lana. I gotta stay strong.
- Some what? Balloon-breasted bimbo? - Hey.
- Who's Dicky? - My brother.
That'll do.
...although it's extremely rare. - Yeah, and also hereditary.
- Sterling, what did he say? - The cancer...
Alcohol? The stuff they use to sterilize hospitals? Pretty sure it’s ok.
- You're Chet Manley now. - I don't wanna be Chet Manley.
I've been giving that a lot of thought. I'm sure... Mother, feel free to chime in here.
[SOBBING]
I'm sorry if I've been a bit selfish about your breast cancer.
Woodhouse, seriously, a little help.
LANA: Archer.
It's kind of weird opening up like this, huh?
...and they found something.
If I wanted to hear your opinion on Archer, Cherabbagirl26, I'd stick a shotgun in my mouth and pull the trigger with my toes.
- Woodhouse. ...that you can do.
God, I should definitely get checked. I am so bad about doing the self-exam.
It's just like when the farm flooded in real life.
...spend some time with the wee baby Seamus.
...until your post-op results came in. - What?
Aww, Goatley.