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00:21:06
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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My bellhop have been taken prisoner by the Wehrmacht.
Damn it, that's my line. Au revoir, suckers!
Sterling, if you left that briefcase in some cathouse, I swear to God...
What is "bonk"? Does that mean I...?
Pardon, monsieur, but as I said, the suite royale is reserved for...
Look at your pore, then tell me you're using them.
Why isn't there a metal briefcase full of bearer bonds...
Damn it, that's my line. Au revoir, sucker!
Yeah, an attack helicopter and a rocket launcher, Lana.
Why isn't there a metal briefcase full of bearer bonds...
And every dime of that 4 million better be in that bag.
MALORY: I beg your pardon?
Goddamn it, woman, wipe that grin off your pie face.
Shit-snacking cracker. Oh, that thieving bastard.
Shit-snacking crackers. Oh, that thieving bastard.
ARCHER: I mean, because you know what it sounds like, right?
MALORY: Sterling Malory Archer. And there goes my erection.
...is whatever asshole physically holds the piece of paper.
Bon. Then I wish you bonne chance. Oh, shoot. I can't. I don't have any...
Oui, in the Jacuzzi of your free suite, in which monsieur desires to remain.
MALORY: I beg your pardon?
Sterling, if you left that briefcase in some cathouse, I swear to God...
And you have to steal it back because I, um, slightly borrow it.
Pretty dumb taking a bath with it. Sterling, I'm warn you.
Mother's the one who stole our retirement money.
Then, having retrieve your mother's disgusting sex tape...
ARCHER: Balls. Nailed it.
Sorry, sorry. I was laugh at your name.
Would vomit, too tired. Oh, shut up.
So where are we suppose to sleep?
LANA: When Lachouffe realize we don't have $4 million in bearer bonds...
I bet you get chilly at night, all alone in that great big castle.
And I just assume I don't wanna know what's on that.
You lost 800 grand?
Banque. What happen?
Why was I dress as Hitler?
All I did was foolishly lose it.
Twenty-five grand? Apiece? Bonne chance.
And, uh, when will monsieur desire to try his luck at the tables?
I don't know why you're so pissed off. Technically, that money was mine.
...was incredibly lame.
As thick as possible, while still being swan-shape foldable.
Obviously, I did that.
He may be a vain, selfish, lying, and quite possibly alcoholic man-whore...
Exactly, two of you. Wha...?
I bet you get chilly at night, all alone in that great big castle.
Perhaps that will teach you to insult the proud nation of Monaco.
He may be a vain, selfish, lying, and quite possibly alcoholic man-whore...
Especially you, Pam. Holler!
I had almost 200 grand in there, you... Oh, okay, that is it.
Actually, that would not surprise me.
I'm kind of passionate-embraced out right now after the tub-snorkeling.
Look, Lana, I feel bad enough as it is.
Well, he couldn't have gone far in 10 minutes. It's a zoo out there.
But why would she pay 4 million bucks for unverified information?
Now, is that bulletproof or what?
Then, having retrieved your mother's disgusting sex tape...
He may be a vain, selfish, lying, and quite possibly alcoholic man-whore...
Because you're gay? They're unregistered and untraceable.
And the price is irrelevant, because you're going to steal it back...
But 4 million seems pretty steep for...
He may be a vain, selfish, lying, and quite possibly alcoholic man-whore...
Pretty dumb taking a bath with it. Sterling, I'm warning you.
Is drunk. Ah.
...for whatever's on that damn disk.
I call it the Sterling Archer Triple-A Power Play.
Come on, I've broken into way tough places, right?
Not these towels, some thick ones.
GILLETTE: Idiot. Stupid, stupid, stupid idiot.
Dukes! Is it obvious he has a gun?
Perhaps that will teach you to insult the proud nation of Monaco.
This shit's pretty tight, man. Oh, I can let it out.