Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, God, that's how Maximum Overdrive started.
That crazy son of a-- Come on!
Well, actually I just got a new El Camino, so-- Oh, so you're all set.
That's why I can never stay mad at him.
Sorry, honey. Yeah, we'll bring you a present.
Wow. Yeah.
Which you won't, because no one will?
If you keep it up, this headache you gave me...
Mm-hm, mm-hm. Okay. Ahem. You were saying?
SO pretty- Hello?
I need a lead-acid battery, 50 units of plasma...
Whom! Archer!
And barring some sort of massive infection--
Not on the preapproved list of equipment for this mission.
ls there a Greek word for "insane"? Yes.
Thank you. Seriously, what am I, hourly?
Ron. Seriously, Ron, why aren't you at work?
- Krieger? - Oh, my God.
An ambulance'? He needs emergency surgery.
Come On, How's That Even Supposed To Fit Inside Another Human Being?
And I'll, you know, sign a release form or whatever.
Just like 4th of Ju-Luau Yeah, if you slid a pig under him
Rodney, you mind your own dicky beeswax.
Good morning, asshole smoke alarm!
You build it, you hire people you trust to manage it.
Ah, I'll be honest, it's not great.
Hopefully the last remaining shred of Archer's eardrums.
Hey, guess what's not a good time.
You gotta be pretty smart to fool the old Voight-Kampff machine.