Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ARCHER: There's no sink! Ahh!
But anyway, whatever, emotions like "love" don't actually come from the heart, they come from the brain.... or LSD.
- Uh-huh. Yeah, I bet. - And second of all...
Yeah, so sooner's gonna be better than later.
TREXLER: Oh, there's my lovely lady love.
CHERYL: My ear balls. - Don't you people have work to do?
Oh, for ****'s sake, Krieger. You're about to do brain surgery.
- I think it's a good fit. - What?
Where is the trust?
- Come on, Len. - I'll follow you anywhere, my sweet.
Yeah. Go away.
KRIEGER: Yeah.
There's not enough liquor and therapy in the world to undo that.
.
- Barry? BARRY: In here.
Racist.
Please make it stop.
...creepily childlike feeling of maternal abandonment?
BARRY: So are we gonna do this or...? - No, no, we're not.
So you really think ODIN's gonna get rid of everybody?
So, what we should do is spread our clothes around...
Shit. Whatever, move.
Oh.
You idiots wanna hear my plan or not?
- Because he removed it from my brain. - What?
She's broke, Trexler. She lost everything in a Ponzi scheme.
And I don't want ISIS or you. And all I want is this lettuce and his brother.
We're buying this place. Carpet's shitty enough as it is.
- Either way, Barry's pretty stoked. - Ick.
No, never mind. You'll find out soon enough as it is.
- The...? - Yeah. That's what we're talking about.
- What? - I lied, I didn't wire it.
Oh, God, no. But just do reverse cowgirl because that carpet is seriously heinous.
- Because he thinks he's my father. - And what, you think he wanted...
...is rattling around in Len Trexler's bald head...