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00:20:13
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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Caught old Jerry in a chandelle, poor bastard went down like a quail.
The tontine. Oh.
That's all you have to say, you great flapping twit?
Not me, but, you know, somebody would. So how many of you old geezer are left?
Wens and Bux died in their sleep at the pensioner' home.
No, no, no. Woodhouse, I can either do... God, you are such a little brat. Here!
Scripes phones me at my niece's house in Secaucus, New Jersey...
Because of the scalp. For...
Shut up, liar. Of things impossible.
Clapped-out Arab whore traded it for a pint. Said it was sterling.
...splash scotch and women's underthings about...
Oh, come on, lad, show some stones.
The secret is negative reinforcement.
...dies under mysterious circumstance."
That's silvertip badger, kid. You know how much this cost?
An officer's personal attendant. Oh.
Caught old Jerry in a chandelle, poor bastard went down like a quail.
ARCHER: Woodhouse. What the hell is this?
So are you, if you piddle in here.
You scoundrel. Is that brandy? Thought you'd like a pick-me-up, sir.
And then the sky just shatter.
Most decorate aerodrome...
And there sha't be any rescue party.
It's not the first time I bash his head in and had to cover my tracks.
It's Reggie's. I stole it from his effects.
- When that Hun bastard dove in from behind.
Oh. Well, Reggie survive the crash somehow.
Oh, no, the flat belong to Mr. Archer, who is my...
Wait a second. "Sir Aldous Wensleydale, foul play suspect.
That's right. Damned wretched of me, I know, but I just wanted a memento.
The fact the government let you two fruit-bats adopt a baby.
I know you're not suppose to have them on a greasy bar. In Tangiers.
Then I sort of wash up in Tangiers...
...tell him he slip and fell...
And mystery solve, he was a thousand.
...are being murder.
I say, I'm dreadfully sorry about that, old boy.
Unbelievably gigantic ass.
Or wherever, just out of here.
Oh. Well, Reggie survived the crash somehow.
ARCHER: Woodhouse? Damn right.
Is basically just a great big asbestos lawsuit waiting to happen.
They'll come. We should get you somewhere safe.
Hell indeed, sir.
Oh, nearly 1200 pounds.
So, sir, perhaps your mother could look after the wee baby Seamus?
We were losing two, sometimes three pilots a week.
Oh, yeah? Did somebody finally out the queen? Right?
- When that Hun bastard dove in from behind.
But seriously, I've wanted to tell you this for ages, but I never quite knew how.
Especially when that officer was Captain Reginald Thistleton.
Bloody should be. Almost killed me.
He's got it tough enough as it is.
And then I just sort of drifted about.
And there I found him, in the words of Henley, "bloodied but unbowed."
Unbelievably gigantic ass.
But for the enlisted, being chosen to bat for an officer was very desirable.
I say, that's damned decent of you.
I'd forgotten all about that rubbish tontine.
The wee baby Seamus. Miss Trinette said you'd agreed to it...
He says, "Ain't it awful about Stilton?" And he wants to come pay us a visit.
WOODHOUSE: After that, it's all a bit fuzzy.
Wait a second. "Sir Aldous Wensleydale, foul play suspected.
That's why you're so upset?
No, Stilton was always quite keen on that. Remember?
Oh, maybe if we had an infinite amount of time. And she were someone else.
They're just desperate to sell newspapers.
He was on his way back from a routine patrol...
I do seem to recall an awful lot of loose doorknobs.
He's got it tough enough as it is.
WOODHOUSE: You'll never take us alive, Scripes.
BISHOP: Ow. And my first-favorite lamp, fantastic.