Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, Borgnar? The briefcase? ARCHER: I don't know anyone
ARCHER: Wait, what? And also who?
I don't know, I'm not a Democrat but I think they give you a birth cheese.
A briefcase full of what I can only assume is either plutonium or a human soul.
(noisy chewing) ARCHER (mouth full): Jesus,
cocaine online. MALORY: Are you insane?
(Ricky and Pam roaring) (Ricky and Pam grunting)
goddamn life. But you're the men, so...
PAM: Really? ARCHER: I don't know.
PAM: Okay. ARCHER: Room ser...
MALORY: Stop bothering them. LANA: They're the ones...
K-Log needs to pay for sex, do you?
From baby Bergdorf's. LANA: Oh, my God, it must've
is a finite amount of golden hour.
(jug shattering) Jug down!
Um, this is a car seat. GILLETTE: Wha...
KENNY LOGGINS: Shit. ARCHER: Ooh, okay.
(gunshots) KENNY LOGGINS: Hi-yah!
the Dirty Diaper Game? GILLETTE: Oh, my God, it's
A baby shower. KENNY LOGGINS: Oh.
for cocaine. I've already sold, uh...
you're not sleeping now? Wait till that thing's born.