Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, congratulations, you ruined it.
Pam, shoot!
...there's no ship to take you back to Earth.
You just single-handedly doomed mankind!
HOLOGRAM: Krieger-san!
COMPUTER: Ignition.
LANA: Yeah. So, Trish? What?
All right! No, no, no. What are you doing?
Ooh, yes. Another palace must-have.
Right here, space-nuts.
Get in there. In here sounds great.
Yeah, I think that totally works. Stole them from the gift shop.
Don't judge me on the how, until you see the why.
Okay, Ray, Cyril, get ready.
LANA: Aw. Come on, really? MALORY: Don't blame me.
Uh-- Never mind. I'm sure someone is gonna feed the farm animals.
I thought I'd made myself very clear. You did, but--
Whose idea was that? Ahem. Dave's.
lnvol-- Wait, you mean slaves?
There is no Mars without you, Tony. I'm sorry.
Look, look, look. Hang on, hang on.
Ugh. It's not--
How do you not get that? Cyril, I know what an animal farm is.
Lana, the penis-to-your-vagina ratio around here is creepy enough already...
Because even if we didn't need all the manpower we can get...
Archer broke both of Wu's arms.
Then why isn't the airlock open?
...and you don't need more dudes on Mars-- Archer!