Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

holding down the talk-button thingy?

- And, wow, maybe I have aphasia. - Where do you think you're going?

- hundred pounds of coke. - What?!

- Cyril, do not stop this bus! - Okay!

- Archer? - Lana!

understand his idiotic fascination with all this Burt Reynolds

What's ironic is that every other store

- hush. Cherlene? - I don't know. I guess.

- I actually don't think you can. - Plus there's no need.

fault for bringing cocaine without asking, but I suppose all's well that ends well.

- for once again giving me the precious gift of legs. - You're welcome.

Fix it! I will be on my tour bus

- Oh, come on, we were all thinking it. - What, how are you all

What?! I mean, that's just absolutely crazy. We have nothing.

- Cupcakes? Oh! Oh, no. - Then what's it...?

- With an inverted triple Needham. - Well, it was your own

- Jesus, Pam, I was kidding. - Duh, me too, lickbag.

As balls. That's why everybody likes me now.

Uhh, it's called cultivating mystique...

Oh, for... Pam, who cares?

- What could I possibly owe you?! - I believe there was some