Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I never thought I'd say this, but, Sterling, you did the right thing.
- What? - I don't want you to do it, Sterling.
-Tastic.
You're such a prick. I mean, who the...
- What? - I know you didn't plan on this baby...
Yeah, I'll come over, Mother, just give me 20 minutes.
I thought it would hurt.
- Yeah, we are code blue here. - Hey, yeah, blue. Like for baby boys.
...thus ensuring complete accuracy of the paternity test.
Was it when I wanted cornrows? No.
Like it'd kill you to roll 50 feet. Stupid thing's electric.
- Hey, listen, bitch... - Dah! Careful.
I'm not ready to be a grandmother.
- What the...? Hey! MALORY: What the hell is this?
Well? Have you picked out a donor?
This lives rent free in my head
- For both of you. - Mother, I'm not sure I'm ready.
ARCHER: Phased plasma laser countermeasures?
Yo, where you at, mama?
This ain't a condom wrapper, it's from a fricking candy bar.
- Why, this is Seamus McGoon Ster... - No, Seamus Sterling McGoon Archer.
They just sort of barged in, sir.
...to ever contest the results of this paternity test.
You know, at some point in the future.
So, yeah, I do deserve the best space in the parking garage.
Hello Hookworms Get in my feet
MALORY: Sterling! - You quit being such a baby, you prick.
What happened to 100-to-1?
Really? But you're so...
- Come on, we both have amazing genes. GILLETTE: What did I say?
- Toast. - Jeezy petes, with you people.
So have you ever thought about having a baby?
Nobody... I'm... We're not... I'm not arguing that we're both hot, but...
- And after we take a liter... - A liter?
- What the hell was that? - Who knows?
...it won't be the potato-faced spawn of some Irish whore.