Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jesus, how many Irish gangs are there?
You guys, I'm kind of freaking out. You mind if I glue up?
ARCHER: Because you're just wearing it to piss me off.
I don't have it, dum-dum.
- A modest retainer. - Ah.
Well, I was able to trace the call to a one-block radius.
And, uh, sorry about your homey...
- You're gonna get Pam back, right? - After you sign that contract.
Bu...
Your husband?
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
- It's your house. - This is your house.
...and nobody even tries to rescue me?
- Holy shit. - Funeral's probably wrapping up.
I assume she's safe at ISIS...
I want her desk cleaned out and a new secretary by lunch.
On the way, we gotta stop at a toy store and get him a stuffed animal. Something.
[CHERYL SCREAMS]
KIDNAPPER BOSS: I'll trade you. For Cheryl Tunt.