Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Security breach, Pod 6. I heard you.
Heh, heh. Self-burn. Cyril!
So I deserve to land the goddamn spaceship!
Mother! Malory!
Spook Play South Park: Stick of Truth
I'm going into stasis, wake me up when we're on the ground
Boring conversation anyway.
The penis to your vagina ratio around here is creepy enough already
Lana. Guess not.
Drop your weapon. Make me.
My God. I know. Right?
Yeah, Cyril crashed the damn thing.
CHERYL: She'll do anything to keep us from the throne which is our birthright.
Domo arigato, Archer Roboto
Sorry? You're sorry?
No, you look.
DRAKE: No, no, no, now what?
DRAKE: Ugh, you idiots.
And two, not really liking your tone.
Drones? You wanna...? Thank you, thank you.
They're right where they've always been.
We're gonna die!
Jesus God, are you that insecure?