New here? Create a new Account
Move to the previous cue
Move to the next cue
Increase size of captions
Decrease size of captions
Translate current cue
00:21:23
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
27
Okay, A, you've made that hurtfully clear about a jillion times.
For all you charlatan know, this poor man is both phlegmatic and bilious.
This little pudge-pop's going to need all the help she can get in the battle of the bulge.
Dibs on captain. Dibs on driving! You have dib on neither.
"Then the mama bear said, 'Well, somebody's been eating my porridge.'
...by polymorphonuclear leukocyte?
What? What? I just had the drape cleaned!
...to buy an orphanage and then bulldoze it. Why?
The vomit comet.
So when we're traversing the occipital lobe, you'll know what to do...
...I will personally ensure that none of you ever works in espionage again.
...is a cold-blooded murderer.
Elbow grease. Wow. It's "pun" for the whole family.
Albeit under threat of death. Due to boredom.
Well, there's a carrot and a stick here.
Okay. Now the submarine is in a saline solution in the syringe...
Shits and grin and screams.
...through this truly awe-inspiring process of miniaturization, which I think you'll agree...
...and everything in it gets vaporize? I'd just jump out at the last second.
And what if Kovacs dies and the CIA disavow us...
You people have bungle every assignment the CIA has given you...
...and we're blacklist from intelligence work? I'd have more free time?
...down to the size of bacteria and inject into Dr. Kovacs.
...before the process wears off and we revert to normal size.
No, it's... In which case I nominate Ray Pitcher.
...because this town is crawl with Goldilockses...
This is the blood clot that threaten to destroy that brain.
So should there be scream? Shh.
You stole it! You stole my idea!
Why are you mess around with this crazy shrink ray?
...so if you refuse or fail this mission...
...for which you would be tried and convicted by a secret military tribunal and execute.
While every single atom and molecule in your body is being destroy?
Last night in Paris, someone... We suspect the Russians.
Krieger, shut up! And, you, get them out of there.
But I kick total ass in zero gravity, so I think I should be in charge.
That's normally cock aplenty. Shut up.
...which states that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic...
...which the robot will now gently transport into the surgical theater...
Because she always stows away somehow, as do Figgis and Dr. Krieger...
MAN: Before we begin, I want to make one thing perfectly clear to all of you.
And besides, I don't think Ray's hand is the one that's racist.
...I will personally ensure that none of you ever works in espionage again.
Obviously and The Brian Keith Show. Who is Brian Keith?
Well, it's normally the other way around, but this time I think I definitely prefer the carrot.
Well, it's normally the other way around, but this time I think I definitely prefer the carrot.
It is absolutely not the same principle.
...through this truly awe-inspiring process of miniaturization, which I think you'll agree...
This is because we only have exactly 60 minutes...
...in not only the history of mankind, but also perhaps its future.
Maybe I finally learn to fly fish. That's great, Archer.
It actually might've been an A-minus. Ugh.
Speak for yourself! Holy shrink-snacks! Yeah, this is kind of terrifying.
And then one day soon, maybe you're shaving, and you find out it has a mind of its own.
What in the name of sweet jiminy Christ do you think you're doing?
So when we're traversing the occipital lobe, you'll know what to do...
...into the cerebrospinal fluid at the base of Dr. Kovacs' skull.
I guess the hand... Or the tissue covering the bionic part, it would be, I guess.
...so your undivided attention is of the utmost... Mr. Figgis, may I help you?
...then posing them in grotesque and horrific parodies of Mentos ads.
...which states that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic...
Speak for yourself! Holy shrink-snacks! Yeah, this is kind of terrifying.
You two head up to the laser turret and get acquainted with that bad boy.
...of his hand's heritage, not me. I'm not ashamed.
...if the ship is in imminent danger of phagocytosis...
I... Oh, my God. Cyril, are you jealous?
Lana, what's more important than blasting imaginary womp rats...
Meaning? Irascible onboard medical officer.
Wow. There's so many submarine movies.
If that is shocking to you, so be it. CYRIL: That's not shocking at all.
What are we doing, lethal injection? Are you...? This is Dr. Kovacs.
GILLETTE: That's racist!