Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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