Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

BARRY: As the vault is basically one big shit storm of anti-intrusion devices.
Well, we both have a vested interest in the outcome of this silly test.
ARCHER: Phew. Wow.
This is pro-bono.
My diary is by the Barbie playhouse and the key's in a locket on Mr. Teddy.
- But... - Clink, clink. Heh, heh, heh.
His first smoking jacket.
I don't know if it's the blood loss or what, but this whole thing feels...
As far as Archer's concerned...
- That and a genetic predisposition toward... WOODHOUSE: Ants!
You're just talking in circles, buddy.
Uh...
Sorry, dear, I have a fitting.
I'm still unclear on the liter thing.
Your child support!!
- Okay, is Mother in? - Oh, she's in there, all right.
- You were gonna say "illegitimate child." - No, I was going to say "bastard."
hello hookworms get in my feet
"Hello, hookworms. Get in my feet."
What kind of shit gift is that?
what's a gill?
What’s a gill?
- Toast, damn you. - No.
...being taken from the wee baby Seamus...
Well, at least I'm not a sex addict.
Decent chance.
Cyril, you are not to blame, you are merely a victim of sexual addiction.
[SINGING] White-ass daddy
...I feel I dodged the world's most dysfunctional bullet.
Archer, I still haven't gotten those T&E reports you promised me.
- ODIN? - Oh, yeah.