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00:22:21
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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I did not just schlep my ass up your jillion idiot stairs...
Lana Kane? The giant negress? Hey. Now, come on. She's not...
Dirt nap for the kraut. Compliments of old Sparky.
I think it's just the standard breakfast burrito size.
...whenever you mention your cordwainer. What should I call him? A shoemaker?
You little scamp. Woodhouse? Woodhouse.
Oh, man, I don't wanna sound greedy but a threesome and then a breakup? Burp!
LANA: Smooth jazz, rose petal, candles...
[KATYA GASPS, THEN SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
What is this, like a word scramble? No, it's like me cooking you dinner.
For all I know, we're wanted for treason again.
The first edition of the old Mr. Boston Official Bartender's Guide...
[CAR ALARM BEEPS AND LANA HUMMING]
Yeah. So to make up for it, what say I bend you back over the mop sink?
Whatever, for some reason, I don't have to suppress my gag reflex now...
ARCHER: Come on, you know you want it. LANA: You don't know what I want.
A great big, jerky, giant asshole. Right?
Because, you ding dong, our bait-car hooker has to be hotter than Lana.
...by Ra's al Ghul before returning to destroy those who once betray her.
I swear to sweet Jesus. Okay, Julia Childish.
And also alive, and not crush and then burned to death...
As oppose to every single woman you meet in a bar...
Rub it in our faces how we're doom to be alone.
I assumed it was bound to happen, since Barry was such a douche.
Yeah. Right outside, just dump his purse all over the welcome mat.
Which, boy, talk about an acquire taste, huh?
Yeah. So to make up for it, what say I bend you back over the mop sink?
What? Goddamn it, Woodhouse, you stack of bones...
Or... Both of you shut up.
And also alive, and not crushed and then burn to death...
You realize your relationship with Malory isn't a huge selling point?
Come on, it's New York. I bet there's 20,000 hookers.
Times, yes. Plural. And I promise you...
...to bump into Archer somewhere and just hope he's never bang her?
...whenever you mention your cordwainer. What should I call him? A shoemaker?
I assume it was bound to happen, since Barry was such a douche.
You're not mad at each other. You're mad at the unspeakably revolting...
Yeah. So 2 grand apiece. Are you...?
Ostensibly. What?!
Well, technically anything's breakfast, if it's your first meal of the day.
Gotta be tough, huh? Yeah, I'm barely muddling through.
Literally. You mean figuratively.
No, Archer, it's great. Somehow.
Tip off the cops, he's basically convicted of being German and then: zap!
...to bump into Archer somewhere and just hope he's never banged her?
Obviously, look at your sweater. But don't lie to Team Breakup.
More mature, maybe? And definitely more focused on me.
It can't possibly taste good so... Mmm.
Rub it in our faces how we're doomed to be alone.
Aw. The day Archer finally gets what's been coming to him all these years.
...for a previous conquest, especially a prostitute.
You recently gave birth to a child. Shit, right.
Yeah. Right outside, just dumped his purse all over the welcome mat.
I think it actually causes her physical pain.
...doesn't cover prosthetic limbs. Really?
...and his pathological need to sleep with every woman does the rest.
Okay, so we get a woman that Archer would find irresistible.
Times, yes. Plural. And I promise you...
Ugh. So pathetic.
Is a bit awkward, to leave from balcony.
Nothing I could do could ever compare to the sensual pleasures...
Well, in the immortal words of Wendell Stamps...
ARCHER: Oh, my God, Lana. That was... LANA: That was insane.
Which, I assume, was delicious. Um, expensive fire extinguisher.
What is the matter, darling? Are you not excited to see your Katya?
Katya? Heh. Well, you sound surprised, darling.
Why is the door open? That's weird.
Gotta be tough, huh? Yeah, I'm barely muddling through.
I mean, she's tall, but a lot of that's the boots and the hair...
What? Guys, it's obvious what we gotta do.
And also alive, and not crushed and then burned to death...
We hire somebody to kidnap their fat, gross baby.