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00:21:42
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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Big whoop, hang her in a bear bag.
So diuretic? And watch this, there's a sundae bar.
Hey, tracksuit, if anybody's gonna choke my sister's bitch neck...
Goddamn, son-of-a-cyborg bitch. What, he give you anal wart?
Who want waffle?
BARRY: Said the dumb waiter. Get it, Archer?
So just a mile long trough of grain getting rained on all the damn time.
While you run around the woods eating snail and beetles.
I'm Archer, uh, Pam's boyfriend. Bullshit, my asshole.
Because what kind of sick bastard travels with duct tape and rope?
It was calf's blood.
ARCHER: You're kidding. How either, in this universe, or any of its infinite parallels...
The whole town thinks you're a giant asshole for moving to New York City.
Because what kind of sick bastard travels with duct tape and rope?
Hey, dummy. How did you get...?
So for every ounce that goes in, an ounce gotta go out.
...I get all you can eat prime rib and bottomless vin rouge.
...behind the goddamn grain elevator" Olerud.
When? When you were chug balls behind whatever gay strip joint she hired you at?
He kidnap your sister, you jerk. What? Who'd wanna kidnap Pam?
Shit-ass. But you've got to pace me, I'm sew into this sumbitch.
No, we actually made a couple of stops while you were knock out.
Does that mean Barry possibly, literally froze his nuts off in the wheel-well of a 747...
And whose fiancé dump him, for literally the dumbest guy in Russia.
...is me and Santa Claus getting chase through the snow...
Told you, it's that jacket. First of all, Pam, shut up.
If you wake this child, I will climb inside you with my shoes on.
After we rescue Pam. Now, shut up. Oh, and un-shut up for a second.
Had to get more Tom for the Collins... Oh, and also rob a gun store.
Stupid, fricking Edie. I'll show her what Arn's balls taste like.
What do you mean? What does it do? I assume you're familiar with the brown note?
I forget to make waffle.
Come on, what happen? Did she dump pig's blood all over you at the prom?
As in, you're dumb and you dress like a waiter.
...but no, guess who she asks instead.
Yes. Midge "Hey Edie, let's me and you blow Pam's boyfriend Arn...
I mean, not now, obviously. But someday. Someday soon...
Wait, what? Well, technically, burgle.
Does that mean Barry possibly, literally froze his nuts off in the wheel-well of a 747...
Yeah, you're damn right it is.
...and increasingly impatient for his bride-to-be's arrival at the rehearsal dinner...
Okay, that's obviously your abusive ex-boyfriend...
So apparently, Don over-served on vin rouge...
...could I possibly embarrass you?
I mean, you know, relatively.
Goddamn it, Pam, this is exactly what a man should wear to a...
...but no, guess who she asks instead.
Fast forward to me buying her liposuction for graduation.
Ugh. Well, Edie, I was almost half-way hoping it wouldn't come to this.
Actually, Barry, that's where you're... Wait. Barry?
Too soon?
Hey, but slow down, though, we're, hey...
Fast forward to me buying her liposuction for graduation.
You're back together? Like, for real? And happier and stronger than ever.
The K-9000 infrasonic pulse rifle.
...I get all you can eat prime rib and bottomless vin rouge.
...and increasingly impatient for his bride-to-be's arrival at the rehearsal dinner...
Ugh. And also a gaping, prolapsed anus.
You're Gordon Shumway and you own a 500-acre dairy farm in upstate New York...
...a pathetic cheese farmer or the world's greatest secret agent, a.k.a...
That way if you get anxious about being away from her, we're right there.
Malory and Ray are being lame and Cheryl is Cheryl.
Okay, that's obviously your abusive ex-boyfriend...
And I don't want to sound racist but... Power through it.
Barry, just for you, I got explosive ammo.
And whose fiancé dumped him, for literally the dumb guy in Russia.
ARCHER: You're kidding. How either, in this universe, or any of its infinite parallels...
So just a mile long trough of grain getting rained on all the damn time.
I didn't... Well, that would be weird.
Not a real diverse crowd, huh? Eye, idiot, eye.
Stupid, fricking Edie. I'll show her what Arn's balls taste like.
Huh? Oh, is there a place that sells down jackets and thermal underwear?