Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[glass cracking]
We had a detailed mission plan, and‐‐
hadouken, got it. ‐ Nope.
‐ No. Wait, what?
Ow.
"resting bitch face."
‐ Good. ‐ Oh, wait.
‐ Hey, I told you...
‐ Just get it done.
‐ [groans]
was way better with me.
Oh, sorry. Work.
Archer. ‐ Uh, hang on.
a dangerous liaison...
Unless...
[crowd chanting]
‐ [inhales deeply]
‐ Which, compared to me, you totally are.
AS A DRUNK C .
I want mission focus.
You want to take out a cruise ship,
‐ Oh, so we're making fun of my coma now.
‐ Call her, goddamn it. He's...
‐ Uh, we sort of have an unspoken policy
‐ It's a new microburst ear transmitter.
Let's move. Now.
you kook! [laughs]
You tell me, Lana.
against the whole "shut up" thing.
‐ I know, right?
Although...
‐ Yeah, just like being pinned down,
‐ Bitch. ‐ Pardon?
‐ What? ‐ "Disaccomplished"?
the shitty morning I've had, Lana.
‐ That you have space ears and I don't?
Now clean this up!
‐ Well, you're about to have
‐ Lana, am I still in a coma?
[shuddering]
That was so pre‐coma me.
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‐ Mark. [phone beeps]