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00:21:12
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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...switchblade tracheotomy-giving dicknuts! Ow! Pam, cut it-- Ow!
So recovering the bomb requires a deep submergence vehicle.
...from amaranth and quinoa without murdering helpless animals.
Look, auditory hallucination aren't gonna make you any less delicious.
...from amaranth and quinoa without murdering helpless animals.
Ugh! And since when do you carry a switchblade?
I guess whatever useless thing philanthropist normally get...
I'm gonna make a small incision in your trachea with this.
Well, I appreciate your candor in this matter, Ms. Archer.
Guess it doesn't suck to be a billionaire, huh? Probably not.
Well-- Shut up. Since Krieger doesn't have a submersible hidden in his lab...
I'm gonna make a small incision in your trachea with this.
Take that, gazebo!
I mean, the arson is not surprising.
...you also thought you were a werewolf!
What? So ransom it back.
Mm. Choke sex, that's her kink.
Don't say "high-functioning alcoholism."
Well, of countries ravage by war. Right, otherwise--
...where mysteries abound!
For years, decades, I have beg the so-called leaders of the world...
Ugh. No. PAM: You asshole!
I swear to God, if you get us kicked off before I get my jumbo scrimps on...
Oh, quit milking it.
I had no idea her mental state had decline to such an extent.
It's a figure of speech, like shut your hatch.
Then how are we suppose to beat anybody to a hydrogen bomb...
You'll wake up in time to get shot for treason...
I swear to God, if you get us kick off before I get my jumbo scrimps on...
Well, I appreciate your candor in this matter, Ms. Archer.
...to stop poisoning our oceans, but they have ignore my pleas.
Last night, an Air Force B-52 bomber crash off the coast of Bermuda.
CHERYL [OVER RADIO]: Wow, Tiffy, who taught you how to fly?
But Cheryl and I split our parents' estate, so technically I'm only worth 500 million.
Which is lock and-- No, no, no!
CHERYL: Unlike you, who totally suck obviously.
I have figuratively lost my tongue.
But Cheryl and I split our parents' estate, so technically I'm only worth 500 million.
With Brent, it was almost literally.
There must be some recording device somewhere.
Which also doesn't suck, obviously.
Because apparently it's going around. Because-- Shut up.
...because the missiles are definitely tipped with VX nerve gas.
Which, unfortunately, soon became One Thousand Laptops Per Warlord.
Can I possibly help you?
I guess whatever useless thing philanthropists normally get...
What, did Bub finally die? Who's Bub?
Otherwise there's not really much point.
Could you, instead of antagonizing her, maybe go ahead and take off?
Thank you. I've heard quite enough.
With Brent, it was almost literally.
Actually, the United States bought the Virgin Islands from Denmark.
Which, unfortunately, soon became One Thousand Laptops Per Warlord.
So far all I've got is Horatio Cornblower, which...
Now? Really? You think this is a good time to be facetious?
Oh, right. Speaking of, Pam's dying of anaphylactic shock.
...an undersea laboratory and this choppersaurus?
What? We're not bombing them in advance of an amphibious invasion?
TIFFY [OVER RADIO]: Attention, unwelcome passengers.
...one of my many philanthropic endeavors is an undersea research laboratory...
And also apparently bulletproof. Well, yeah, you'd want it to be to prevent--
...from amaranth and quinoa without murdering helpless animals.
It's fine. It's pretty sterile.
In the words of the immortal Jeremy Bentham--
Because you look fierce. Rrowr!
And B, that's not even real shrimp. This is all vegan soy bullshit.
Oh, my God. How are you laughing? That's not funny. It's tragic.
...we could move to Cecil's island and be a rogue state.
Oh, come on, beloved illustrator of Gnomes?
I guess whatever useless thing philanthropists normally get...
So, what, he's conducting a huge naval operation just for a warm fuzzy?
I mean, the arson is not surprising.