Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bartleby, the Scrivener? Anybody?
- Oh, thank God. - Thank God?
Oh, dear God.
to airbrush wrinkles off your old ass.
- And you know I love that. - Not as much as I love chocolate.
Look, what happens on this scratchy green office rug...
I guess I was busy fantasizing about Archer and Lana having intercourse!
and Skorpio's raping her senseless... - Oh!
- I am, if you'd shut up. - And really pour out your feelings.
Just ask his slutty Mexican cook.
- I don't even remember. Exactly. So...
Topper Bottoms Stern yet sensual skipper of the USS Rough Service
How did you forget that?
I'll pay for it.
Is just fat dripping from kebabs.
It better be, Mr. Sex-Tape.
And, Cyril, it's a rescue mission, okay?
- What did she say? - Well, she's still really pro-vasectomy.
Well, I know what you're not getting.
And you expect me to believe that?
Wait, wait, you. Chocolate-fountain guy.
What are you snorting off me? ..It's mostly MSG
or begging for mercy over a vat of acid...
- What, they're your clothes, idiot. - Uhn!