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00:20:15
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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[IN AMERICAN ACCENT] I mean it. With the schnoz and comb-over...
There was some mild gawkiness, but... Which you never got over...
It's tetrodotoxin from the fugu fish.
She's battled ivory poacher, raging rivers, even tuberculosis.
It's tetrodotoxin from the fugu fish.
Oh, my God, you're like the epitome of an empowered woman.
Like a cloth measuring tape, but it's kelp. Uh...
That's how his tendon got severed.
Exactly. Wait, was that sarcasm? No, sir.
Yikes, yeah. You can't have a flashback with a flash-forward in it, that's...
But you were so busy sniffing his jock, you didn't hear him come in.
Wait, what? It pulls all the toxin out of your body...
Why don't you just make it a shot-for-shot remake of Mandingo.
Picking up chatter about a bomb threat in the Middle East.
RONA: I'm a Russian sleeper, silly. Jesus, Lana, how did you not see that?
Who the **** is in my ******* penthouse?
Which now I'm regretting because what kind of farkarkte bullshit is this?
There's your Pinch Two. So I'll just be taking these.
Because I wangle a call with the studio execs...
Bawled so hard they made me leave, never saw the ending.
I beg your...? Disavowed is a spy thriller.
You just have to find the guy who's not intimidate by your power.
Oh, yeah? While you're tangle up in a half-mile of shit-covered tape?
That's how his tendon got sever.
I play a spy accuse of being a double agent...
Because he totally snuck up on me.
I beg your...? Disavowed is a spy thriller.
Oh, come on. Haven't you ever snoop on somebody you thought was dreamy?
Oh, my God, this is gonna be... Don't say it. I swear to God.
How do you forget...? You rub one out, flip back to regular TV...
Look at me, I am so inspire by you.
I could've crush that. Come on, let me help. What you got?
Wha...? Are you nuts? That scene where her baby gets swept away?
Why are we scream? Do you know who you are?
Or those big, steam-shovelly scoop you call hands.
We're breaking into Rona's apartment to hide the journal Pam stole.
Sorry, but I assume you were just an insanely gawky teenager?
But it's so unnecessarily elaborate. Oh.
Oh. "Cut to Malory Steele, the 50ish and incredibly sexy CIA director..."
Yeah, but racist overtones aside, it really limits your casting options.
Duh. Just break into Rona's apartment and put her stupid journal somewhere.
Who obviously never saw River's Rage.
Nothing. Well, apart from a small consideration from the studio.
...for a woman twice his age. So make her 40.
Wow, single-space, you wanna broad-stroke it for me?
This is exactly the kind of spy lingo I wanna soak up.
But sometimes, you know, you forget it's in the VCR.
I just this second realized why you do macramé instead of knitting.
Kelp tape. Oh, and, Lana, promise me you'll try it, especially after this.
Last year, I took home almost 200 grand. ARCHER & LANA: Eh.
And, oh, my God, seriously, I am so really super sorry about that.
Um, I maybe kind of slightly took it.
Three weeks later I was in Tunisia, killing a man.
You know what else is great? Colonics. Shut up.
So bummed I won't be able to work on it now. Oh, my God, on anything.
Because that has been done. It's a taut, sexy thriller.
Guess that Tunisian guy would still be alive.
She's battled ivory poachers, raging rivers, even tuberculosis.
This is highly classified covert ops. Yes. Covert ops.
...expect me to throw all that away for some lame, whatever, ideology?
Yeah, but racist overtones aside, it really limits your casting options.
And since you seem unclear on the concept...
You wanna...? No, but it's like sour milk.
Excuse me? You're rigid and stiff...
Why couldn't that be Geraldine Martin? No, no, that's awful.
...Superstars is on, and all of a sudden here's Joe Frazier's dumb ass drowning...
The forbidden love between Malory and Cassius is central to the plot.
Oh, yeah, please. Keep gawking at the deaf person. Mawp...
I was invisible. He wouldn't even sign my cast when I broke my own arm.
...Superstars is on, and all of a sudden here's Joe Frazier's dumb ass drowning...
You do realize there's a finite supply of Vaseline in the universe?
Avenge your fallen comrade.