Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think I got them. Did I get them?
Well, now they're droopier.
ARCHER: What are you doing? CYRIL: Heh, heh, heh. You'll see.
"I'm Going Into Stasis. Wake Me Up When We're On The Ground."
You got a better idea?
Duh!
Well, let's put a pin in that.
Every time y'all fight he beats you like the redheaded stepchild of a rented mule.
...so why not let us three go--
We gotta move! Come on!
Uh, your wish is my command. CHERYL: Duh.
What's more insane? Suffering through famine, war, disease on a dying Earth...
If you're done being an asshole, help me strip this guy so I can--
Uh, this is Barry.
You can kiss three-fifths of my ass.
Wait, what is this?
Oh, please, you're not fit to be queen of...
Oh, don't mind me, ma'ams.
Wait, can she hear us? Man, I hope not.
No. No, I'm in, uh, London for wor--
I can take him. Did you not see those claws?
I'm on my way.
No.
Majestic. Right.
CYRIL: Okay, folks, next stop, planet Earth.
Ew, birth.
What? Oh, just lifting a thousand pounds like it's an apple, no big deal.
Using me as your brood sow?
Hello, is this airboats?
What was that? What did you say? Tony, stop.
I'll be right-- LANA: He can't get in here.
Hey, pumpkin pie! What's that?
...fight them off.
Yeah, no, the shuttle, it's--