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00:21:16
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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...symmetric sub-caudal scalation, darker ventral bands, obviously.
I think it's antivenom. Give me.
Okay, so, Cyril, better ChapStick it up, buddy.
What? Cyril, since what, Monday, I've had nothing but ouzo and lamb.
...like, you know, a frittata the size of a hockey rink.
Well, put a tourniquet on me.
I am not, ever, sucking your taint.
The danger there is cytotoxins, which can cause severe necrosis.
Oh, you mean my lacrosse career ending because a crazy stalker gut-shot me.
...whose dictator changed the words for bread and Friday to his dog's name.
First of all, not only does sucking out the venom not help the victim...
--Way station. I beg your pardon?
...and, in a croaky whisper, explains that Mr. Archer is totally incompetent...
...male-dominated, xenophobic puppet-state...
Duh. So I come to the Ponderosa looking for ranch Work, but my chap get torn...
ARCHER: Not even gonna swing at that one.
...I don't know if you're deaf or just an asshole or both...
Oh, you mean my lacrosse career ending because a crazy stalker gut-shot me.
No shit, I was bawl my eyes out.
...are the only one qualified to run ISIS and you weep shameful tears...
What's next, Mr. Gower slap me deaf?
--Way station. I beg your pardon?
The lambs are scream.
...and the Rat Patrol just tore ass all over North Africa, hassling Rommel.
Let me get settle before you clomp in here in one of your jealous snits.
Okay, seven, and you dig out the jeep.
Gay-vy Crockett, boom, nail it.
Surely that's enough for what I now suspect was a blind camel.
And maybe if you shut up I can concentrate on the ro--
I got kick out of Episcopal prep school. Twice.
If there's any bullets left after I murder both of you.
Bionic legs, and you lift with your back?
Seriously, I bet your downstairs neighbors hate you.
...you struck out the major league home run champion, Slammer Sloan.
Yeah, I doubt it's still there.
...and, in a croaky whisper, explain that Mr. Archer is totally incompetent...
Look, Guatemala's democratically elected government Wasn't gonna overthrow itself.
...have profoundly influenced your life'?
For your information, the Flatows are always incredibly polite to me.
And, Cyril, if you call ISIS, I will literally, literally murder you.
Besides, What fricking movie is this?
Well, no, obviously it's not heaven. No, it's a--
I don't see how it possibly could be. Okay.
No, I would absolutely not like--
Are you, indeed.
Oh. Well, very nearly dead, $0...
So, yes, you are exactly the idiot who got us stuck.
Almost as much as I hate hoodies. What the hell's going on here?
Hey, I'm not doing super great.
That's not actually good news, is it?
Hey, do you ever think maybe we're kind of not always 100 percent of the time...
Dukes, it's gonna be dark soon.
Okay. Later, gator.
It's half empty.
Mr. Archer, I'm afraid I must ask you to cease your insufferable tooting.
Whatever unspeakable thing you're doing back there can wait.
Seriously, I get y'all are upset, but I think I have a pinched ner--
Ray. Damn it, on bionic legs.
First of all, Turkmenistan isn't-- Or how about just sexist and stupid?
...until her face, bloated and yellow from liver failure...
...is often light brown with darker ventral bands.
...are the only one qualified to run ISIS and you weep shameful tears...
Bit of a moot point, though, really, given your SAT scores.
I know the Caspian cobra, which is indigenous to Turkmenistan...
Elliptical head, oblique dorsal scales...
Elliptical head, oblique dorsal scales...
Just because Lana makes you feel insecure in your masculinity--
But he just won't stop tooting that darn tooter.
...that you are at all suited to a covert mission in Turkmenistan.
Let me get settled before you clomp in here in one of your jealous snits.
I got kicked out of Episcopal prep school. Twice.
I mean, look, I don't want to sound racist, but--