Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, for ****'s sake, Krieger. You're about to do brain surgery.

We're buying this place. Carpet's shitty enough as it is.

- Because he removed it from my brain. - What?

- Because he thinks he's my father. - And what, you think he wanted...

- Barry? BARRY: In here.

- Either way, Barry's pretty stoked. - Ick.

You idiots wanna hear my plan or not?

ARCHER: There's no sink! Ahh!

...creepily childlike feeling of maternal abandonment?

...is rattling around in Len Trexler's bald head...

No, never mind. You'll find out soon enough as it is.

Yeah, so sooner's gonna be better than later.

CHERYL: My ear balls. - Don't you people have work to do?

And I don't want ISIS or you. And all I want is this lettuce and his brother.

- I think it's a good fit. - What?

Oh, God, no. But just do reverse cowgirl because that carpet is seriously heinous.

Shit. Whatever, move.

So, what we should do is spread our clothes around...

But anyway, whatever, emotions like "love" don't actually come from the heart, they come from the brain.... or LSD.

- The...? - Yeah. That's what we're talking about.

- Come on, Len. - I'll follow you anywhere, my sweet.

So you really think ODIN's gonna get rid of everybody?

BARRY: So are we gonna do this or...? - No, no, we're not.

Where is the trust?

TREXLER: Oh, there's my lovely lady love.

She's broke, Trexler. She lost everything in a Ponzi scheme.

- What? - I lied, I didn't wire it.

There's not enough liquor and therapy in the world to undo that.

- Uh-huh. Yeah, I bet. - And second of all...

Please make it stop.