Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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