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00:19:56
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
74
Now we melawan raja. And then we see who is bucktooth little shit.
NOAH: That's arachnology!
...mutiny. Okay. So, what comes after incipient?
Wait, are you under duress?
Yeah, hi, two cats. One of whom I think has FIP, so commit that.
Damn it. I can't do idiom. Sorry.
This is what I was talking about with the whole tinnitus thing.
You hear that high-pitched whine? It's like...
Only if it sounds like a shitload of tequila and some A-rab hoagies.
Let's just try to control all your jealousy and, ugh, sexual frustration.
And opium. Yes, you know, I bet they've escaped.
...with a stupid ransom demand for Mr. Stupid Archer.
...get that eye patch? What, are you in pirate disguise?
NOAH: Okay. Item one. The huge morale problem.
Colloquial metaphor.
So a twink escort you rent, but...
Oh, king fight. If the king loses to a challenger in one-on-one combat...
Those dirty pirate bastard. They killed my baby boy.
Noah, I'm half drunk and slather in every bodily fluid there is.
Or I was, until these guys captured my research vessel and enslave me.
...and when they come to put him out, we overpower them.
GILLETTE: Oh, would you relax? You rent a boat, that money's gone.
...and extract that kidnap getting-ass son of a bitch, he's gonna be all like:
More skim it.
GILLETTE: She said, trying to convince herself she no longer ach for his... Ow!
MALORY: How dare you?
Well, congratulations. We're trap. We're not...
Yes. But, ha! Am I still attract to him?
Ma'am. But rest assure I'll let you know the minute they do.
Whatever it was, you better pray it had about three coats of Scotchgard.
In progress. Nailed it.
Damn it, quit stepping on my hands, idiot.
Oh, shut up. How can you even think about happy hour at a time like this?
How the hell are we suppose to get out of here?
When probably as we speak, my poor Sterling is being torture by pirates.
What? Sterling. I think he's been shot.
I would, but who'd bet on...? Wait, don't you have that backwards?
...but since it wasn't expressly forbidden, tough titties.
I know it's in here somewhere.
Well, we're obviously gonna use that.
Not me, apparently.
Malory. I don't have a lot of time, so please listen very carefully.
If you are, key your handset twice.
Wasted, exactly, let's go be that.
That I, perhaps due to my race, might have a problem...
MALORY: Rip? Oh, finally. Malory, listen to me very...
No. You're not. Because there is no mutiny, potential or otherwise.
Especially the actual, you know, piracy part.
Thus continuing the circle of "Why bother?"
That's different. Well, they did ask if I wanted to actually buy him, but I thought...
Uh, it's kind of weird.
But... Noah. Morale's low enough as it is.
Noah, I'm half drunk and slathered in every bodily fluid there is.
I bet after we Zodiac in past the reef, take out at least one OP...
Yeah, Bucky's an incorrigible gossip.
No, we don't... Dealing with disgruntled employees...
Not to mention intramural lacrosse.
I mean, am I jealous because Archer gets preferential treatment?
Clock your skinny ass out already, and let's go get outside some drinks.
Whoo! Ha, ha. That was insane.
My field's anthropology. And I'm actually just a doctoral candidate.
I know, they're fascinating.
Not really. Why? Just curious.
Noah, I'm half drunk and slathered in every bodily fluid there is.
Fascinating. Because since when is there a radio in the damn dungeon?
That I'd be weird about it?
Oh, now you're giving me the silent treatment? What, are you 6?
...but since it wasn't expressly forbidden, tough titties.
Ugh. I can't. I have to cover her stupid phone in case some stupid pirates call...
The feeling's mutual. Because if my son was as big a bonehead as you...
Arab, sorry.
I said it. So good luck finding all these Swiss accounts.