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Y'all know me, I'm no gossip, but that is some scandalous-ass shit right there.
[YELPS THEN GRUNTS]
[ARCHER SCREAMING]
Ow! Ow!
Not that, crybaby. This. The door's locked...
Uh, how about something a little less sarcastic?
[THUMP]
Sterling's probably being tortured as we speak.
...I think she used to screw, ick, Nikolai Jakov, the head of the KGB.
[DOORKNOB RATTLING]
[SINGS] Sex, baby, let's talk...
Who may be his son. And for dessert, we will have the truth.
Yeah, no, I do not like those odds.
- Hi. I'm, uh... - Sterling Archer.
- This is why I did not wanna do this. - Oh.
Yeah, so I hear.
Kill them.
Uh, none for me. Have a nice break.
- Oh, guess who that is. - Really?
- I am, if you'd hang on a damn minute. OFFICER: Come on.
[SINGING] Forty ounce in my lap And it's freezing my junk
Unh. Idiot.
Which is apparently a soldier factory.
- Yeah, right. My luck's not that good. MAN: Aah. Ew.
Alive.
- You know how bad that is for eardrums? - What?
Split up.
[SOLDIERS MUTTERING]