Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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