Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You see, Woody Some Americans just aren't gonna call 911
Seriously, get your shit together.
- You want me to look for what? - A station wagon.
Thanks, thaws-- And also for coyote, it turns out.
I mean, it's not like your ancestors, you know, had papers.
- Hey! - Well?
Probably not a bad idea to get him tested...
And so, Mr. Archer, I'm afraid for us, this is adiés.
Which, again, was nothing.
How is a Lorax-blowing tree hugger like you anti-immigration?
Can you escort us to a hospital?
No, just my temper.
We can't drive around Texas. What about the Border Patrol?
Hey, you know what?
See? They just get more and more elaborate...
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make some calls...
Since I find repetitive behavior so calming!
Sorry, that was inappropriate.
...Archer shot out the engine block.
Dude, phrasing.
But-- Ow! Come on, Katy Hepburn!
That's not the A.C., it's the heat.
Ooh, or maybe our tax-funded government schools...
Well, I'm very strong and also very drunk.
Why would we need the eight-track?
Mother. Listen, I'm sorry, I take...
- Hey, is that it? - Where?