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00:20:59
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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No shit, that was like 20 bucks' worth. Who drinks a pint of grappa?
Jesus. What was the second saddest?
Oh, my God. The tinnitus.
Oh, just some handsome firemen I met at a warehouse fire.
PAM: Ugh! Not with all this damn racket. ARCHER: What--?
Holy shit, there really are nerve-gas canister up here.
That's what all the space nerd up here kept saying.
No shit, that was like 20 bucks' worth. Who drinks a pint of grappa?
ARCHER: Cyril?
Hey, asshole!
She said that? Oh, my God, that phony prospectus must have worked.
KATYA: Yeah, don't give me your pie of pumpkin, Barry. You are in the big trouble.
No. It's "rnushi" night. Movie and sushi.
So creepy. Look, I've got goose bumps.
What happened to your idiot voice mail?
Dude, it's not a fricking tractor.
...it'll be when some whore is giving you a blow job.
Are Mother and Lana still in the vault?
And I'm sorry if you misunderstood. I did not call you for the romance.
you drank it and then puke into my trash can.
Sorry I accuse you of-- It's okay.
Pam told me about a little girl who drown trying to save a puppy.
Cyril, remember the ground rules for this? So carefully negotiate?
No, seriously, I can barely hear me. Are my ears really that mess up?
Woodhouse might be trap in the dumbwaiter again.
Wait, please. Lana, come on. You can't deny we're attract to each other.
A situation, by the way, for which I blame you entirely.
Cheated on you as much as I did, Lana, and I'm 10 times handsomer than him, so--
To be unconscious in a bathroom without being sexually assault by--?
MALORY: Oh, shut up. Hey, Friday happy hour, you guys in?
ARCHER: So you lie to her about being on the space station because-?
Cyril Figgis strike again!
That's how Mother and Lana wound up lock in the vault.
And if he plays his cards right, he'll be wet a lot more than his--
What happen to your idiot voice mail?
And why are you beat on shit?
So it just spontaneously combusted?
Convincing, not deliberately hurtful. Well?
To be unconscious in a bathroom without being sexually assaulted by--?
No, seriously, I can barely hear me. Are my ears really that messed up?
And also if I can prove it somehow.
...or somewhere else snowy where he can't track us.
Well, you know, I hate to say this, but obviously he met someone else.
Cyril, remember the ground rules for this? So carefully negotiated?
...if you ever truly loved me, you will help Barry to come home to me.
It was actually about 10 times worse.
It honestly kind of comes and goes.
Okay, Lana, check you later.
About how you've matured and you wanna get back together.
Well, you know, I hate to say this, but obviously he met someone else.
Wow, that was months ago.
And also than Cyril could ever be.
Is it too much to ask? Just once?
And if you blow that thing again, the next time you hear it...
I'm sorry, did you say "incapacitated"?
He's not unstoppable anymore. Ray's got bionic legs.
Barry the unstoppable psycho cyborg.
Well, nobody now, Wendy Wasteful. So you can buy my first couple of rounds.
Told you it was the viscous coupling.
...or somewhere else snowy where he can't track us.
No, you please, he loves me. You should have heard that pathetic tape.
My penis can only get so erect.
To be unconscious in a bathroom without being sexually assaulted by--?
"Why is that weird?" Because my sworn purpose in life...
Damn you, tinnitus, you're a cruel mistress.
Yeah, that was the third dumb thing I've ever said.
Yes, yes! Okay, Jesus, I'm not deaf.
Swift and severe. The punishment will be swift and severe.
Yeah, but only because he wanted to see an epic robot-- Oh, shit.
That's great, Mother, keep those periodic updates coming.
Because I will kill him with my bare hands.
Okay, and since certain people around here may not see how brilliant my plan is...