Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, my Gosh, you killed a hooker. - Call girl.
these antihistamines are insane.
I'm sure it's not the first time you kept a secret from Lana.
- Aah! - Shoot, bitch. Democracy's at stake.
You get more beautiful every time I see you.
That depends on if that's a real thing.
- Wait a minute. - But be careful.
I bet she, uh... Oh.
Lord Feltchley, may I present Miss Lana Kane?
vis-à-vis Cyril and Lana and me.
You just concentrate on your training.
Damn right you will. Idiot.
An exotic woman on the bed...
- Throw me in a trunk? - Not part of the plan.
Yep. How you feel about that?
Cyril, we've got big problems.
like you so much...
Yeah, Cyril. That was totally ninja.
Feltchley, you dirty Sassenach.
In my body? No, no. Now, that is a breach of trust, Lana.
Now the Trump supporters are loose ends
Probably less than a new set of kneecaps.
- Here's what thing? - Okay.
But, I mean, morality aside, how do you keep track of all these lies?
- "Mr. Archer" was the "whom." - Worlds collide, huh?
Now Patricia’s a loose end
interracial porno in there.
- Then who are those guys? - How should I know?