Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to buy me and Aleister matching suits.

‐ And I you, sir.

Aleister: Gun to my head, sir,

you taught me to love again!

Uh, one chance to impress,

how to handle Archer, and I'm like,

‐ Oh, I would love to fight 30 men with weird knives,

you can handle my paperwork.

'Cause I gotta book that in advaaance...

You besmirched!

‐ It's just he's constantly telling me

I've got a gun, so probably a gun.

‐ Okay, Mother,

I'm gonna make him feel pain."

‐ Oh, damn. That is too bad.

‐ Surprise! [laughs]

I used to, but it just kept blowing up.

‐ And I hate it. But, God, I need a break.

doing in the Pacific

with those rehabilitation exercises.

I was good enough in the field

‐ Oh, please.

- Absolutely. - Hated that coma.

He won't let you die.

[tropical music]

[tropical music] Can we just live here?

Last words before I kill you both?

‐ Clean out your refrigerator?

since I know you'll lose all interest at home.

were spectacular failures, right?