Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Archer] So, good news and bad news.

- So go ahead. - Huh?

[overlapping pleading]

I'm sorry, boss. We just can't find her.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

back for all of our medical bills?

house down and sift through the ashes.

- Well, how'd it go? - [groans] Not great.

I... I really need to use the restroom.

Guess we're lucky the police don't shoot lawn darts.

for the hostages, which they don't,

But I would like to call my babysitter.

- Come on! - I'm sorry. How rude of me.

Eat a dick, mansion.

[Archer] Okay, so

Stay cold, Ponyboy.

[shivering] ha-ha, ho-ho-ho...

Said the spider to the... clown.

while a simple hostage negotiation

Are there any more hostages inside?

their limp and bloody corpse

[frustrated yell]

- Yeah, he's right. You did. - That does sound like you.

[distorted grunting]

That's what happened, and we're just some innocent hostages.

Okay, now I just gotta find Archer.

- Yep. - [beeps off]