Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nobody wants an enema.
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
Short-term, somewhere that's not
dressing up like Mr. Archer,
Ha! What're you laughing at?
Go where?
Ow! That's not what I had in mind.
But I need you to focus on me,
(STAMMERING)
for our current predicament, blame...
with all this cocaine on board.
He's missing! With God knows how much of our dwindling cocaine
And you didn't even take a moment?
You're alive?
You done?
No, your utter contempt for your own mortality!
That was?
Aha! See, that's what I resent.
(ALL EXCLAIM)
We are not leaving Ray.
They're prison gangs, not frats.
I bet I wouldn't even enjoy...
Okay, good, 'cause the dressing up like Mr. Archer part
Arriba! God damn it! Manos arriba!
CYRIL: What the..
It's all your fault, it's all your fault.
Not until he admits he's been half-assing
Archer and money and liquor.
(GROANS)