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00:21:31
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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I assume to let the stink of cabbage waft through the halls, but...
...did those dastardly dago kill him and then dress him up like a big giant penis, or...?
And so he started introducing all these accoutrements very gradually.
We get some coverall and a carpet-cleaning van...
Ooh! Who's that, some mobster?
Man, if I don't get some spaghetti and meatball, I may literally die.
Well, apart from this sullen wench murdering good etiquette... Ow!
You sure? Shut up. I hit broil instead of bake.
[MALORY GRUNTS THEN SAVIO SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
...and the whole time she's been holding a grudge, right?
But why you make la vendetta?
...against the rebirth of fascism a crime.
...against the rebirth of fascism a crime.
...you and your fascist thug gunned down a young man in the street.
Although, I am curious why she wouldn't take off that trench coat.
Because it sure as shit ain't a surprise party, Krieger. You big fat liar.
Hit the throttle on the bourbon...
I bet I won't even be able to eat spaghetti and meatballs.
Then I freshen up while Savio got changed and situated.
Or am I misread the situation?
The Italian prime minister was just assassinate in my apartment.
...so you restrain him with these leather cuffs...
MALORY: I crossed over to the chair and tighten his last restraint.
You had to make it look good? Well, and also annoy you.
Oh, my God. So you're saying Mother lure Mascalzone up there...
...then to keep pressure on the wounds, you greased him up, squeeze him into this...
Yeah, do that, take that tone. But I swear, I didn't shoot him.
...then to keep pressure on the wounds, you grease him up, squeezed him into this...
You two owe me an apology.
Although I guess someone must have spill a drink.
...because I'm gonna have to, uh, heh, bust you in the face a couple times.
MALORY: And then, bang, in burst three men.
Oh, God, that remind me. Krieger? KRIEGER: Yeah, I found it.
No. Malory, I've done some mess-up shit working for you...
Well, you definitely nail it. I mean, if this doesn't just scream "romance."
Ha-ha-ha. Which is what I'm doing. I'm laugh.
[IN POSH ACCENT] I mean, indubitably, lieutenant.
Is unrelated to the dead guy over there who's chock-full of bullets.
Well, technically, it's a zentai. What?
...this bathroom should do nicely, and a pot of coffee like I like my women:
And so he started introducing all these accoutrements very gradually.
Man, if I don't get some spaghetti and meatballs, I may literally die.
ARCHER [IN POSH ACCENT]: A perfectly nice dinner, Calpurnia.
Well, obviously they're related.
Well, you definitely nailed it. I mean, if this doesn't just scream "romance."
Well, apart from this sullen wench murdering good etiquette... Ow!
I'd like to know how this could possibly get any worse.
...we have to help you get rid of a dead body. You've only been here twice.
Certainly. Ow. Heh-heh.
I, uh... Yeah, exactly. Good question.
You sure? Shut up. I hit broil instead of bake.
Especially this year, as we had more than the usual medical bills.
You're saying the fact that your gun has recently been fired is...
Too late. Malory.
Well, apart from this sullen wench murdering good etiquette... Ow!
I find the very suggestion laughable. Heh-heh.
Oh, sorry, was that rhetorical?
So, what, why the frantic phone call?
...you and your fascist thugs gunned down a young man in the street.
So plausible deniability isn't a super-realistic goal here.
Is unrelated to the dead guy over there who's chock-full of bullets.
He's discreet. So no one else will ever know about this whole...
Which makes you look ridiculous. And which...
...we have to help you get rid of a dead body. You've only been here twice.
Although, I am curious why she wouldn't take off that trench coat.
...set up to counter a possible Soviet invasion of Western Europe.
As he grew older, Savio's tastes became more and more exotic.
It's just, who would call in with a fake tip like that though?
Elegant dinner party, for the most elegant people in all of New York.
I wouldn't be surprised if it was our super, Mr. Herlihy. He drinks.
And brilliant. When I'm done, each of us will walk out carrying a small parcel.
But then it sort of turned into this whole weird cryptofascist CIA shit show...