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00:20:51
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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Yeah, caltrop. Try, maybe, area-denial-weapons.Com.
Not if shiro kabocha can help it.
Cookie Puss. Those guys at Carvel know what they're doing.
Well, maybe a limited rampage. No.
What are you looking at, sucker?
...but the blond genie woman who lives inside you that talks.
And, again, just really sorry about your nephew.
Okay, I'm gonna drink some of this and then I'm gonna do a huge spit take on you.
It makes the Mach 5 look like a vagina.
Besides the danger of drunk driving, it's obviously a huge design flaw.
And, man, against those pinkieless bastard, you had better come correct.
ARCHER: No time to talk, Popeye. It's my birthday.
Um... Oh, God. He's got an erection.
Car thieves. And this was obviously a ring of very high-end car thieves.
It means "white pumpkin."
Right, sorry, guess I'm a bad listener.
Scraps of paper, Woodhouse, which, by definition, yes, is garbage.
Infiltrate whatever criminal outfit steals the hottest cars in the city.
Thanks, Woodhouse. This is amazing. Seriously, you outdid yourself.
Sterling Malory Archer, you inconsiderate little...
Or are you pout for some reason?
The grappling hook detach from my end?
So you rethink that rampage?
WOMAN: The interior boast mil-spec GPS...
I swear to God, I'll scoop out whatever organs you have left and...
Are you...? Sterling, you left it unlock in an unattended garage.
MALORY: If you get it stolen, you won't ever get another one.
ARCHER: Thank you. Finally, somebody acknowledge my birthday.
I'm kidding. You couldn't have stopped her. She would've snap your spine.
And also quit talking to you, because now I'm pretty sure that was just a recording.
Brett, shut up. What else does it do?
He's suppose to meet me at 21 for his stupid birthday dinner, but he's not answering...
But, no, you didn't listen to me. And then you lie to me.
Wow, dodge a bullet there, huh?
And if you crash it... I won't.
But seriously, I bet I will be late, so go ahead and pull the trigger on those martinis.
Figuratively. And you had better hope we don't have to dodge any literally.
So now I have to go undercover in the high-end car-thief whatever, underworld...
Because there's nothing special about today whatsoever, Mother.
Figuratively. And you had better hope we don't have to dodge any literally.
Steady on, sir.
I heard you, Mother. Somehow.
Well, not me personally, I... Why would you do that?
Besides the danger of drunk driving, it's obviously a huge design flaw.
Or doing your share of work, apparently. Who likes that?
Not nearly as dangerous as Mother finding out I lost my birthday present.
And you know this how, exactly?
ARCHER: Thank you. Finally, somebody acknowledges my birthday.
Sorry, I'm running late, so go ahead and order me four martinis and...
And then you almost got everyone killed, and...
I am, actually.
...but I kind of wanna have sex with you. Is that all right?
But you come in here, guns blazing, half-cocked, and probably half-drunk...
Brett, shut up. What else does it do?
Whoa. Wow, Pam, you're actually pretty badass at this.
...oversaw the design of the world's most insanely kick-ass spy car.
No shit I'm agitated, look at my car.
Are you...? Sterling, you left it unlocked in an unattended garage.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes, and all because you're irresponsible.
CYRIL: You're disgusting. What kind of a lesson would that be?
Wait a minute, was that just a lame pre-recorded video?
Are you...? And I am being serious here. Are you insane?
...but the blond genie woman who lives inside you that talks.
Thank you, world's loud voice. Now shut up.
Besides the danger of drunk driving, it's obviously a huge design flaw.
We don't even have your damn car. We steal drift cars.
No wonder it was running rough. Archer, don't...
Yes, it's the quarterly fire drill.
So, what are you ladies up to? Cleaning out the stupid file room.
It's okay. I'll wait while you make me a new birthday breakfast not covered in garbage.
Come on, people. Look alive.
Ew. Gross.