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00:20:36
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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For meat or Cyril's priapism? Both.
Define barf. Oh, good Lord.
Would it be safe to say nobody wants to eat what's in your Thermos?
I'm serious. I cannot stress this enough. You do not want tinnitus.
How about cirrhosis? Probably not that either.
Cyril, what is that? Is that a bagel? No. Get off. Jeez, it's just napkins.
And on top of that, we've got, I'm guessing, two flask of bourbon.
Here's maybe six ounces of bourbon.
We've got a bagel, four coffees, a quart of beer...
Lana, it's cashmere. There are rules.
So suicide pact. An oldie but a goodie.
ARCHER: Damn it, Carol, there's nobody... Shut up, stupid, it's Milton.
I do not have an erection.
Well... Well, at the very least, maybe he'll bring back toast.
Here's maybe six ounce of bourbon.
Ray, shut up. Cyril, let's get that sweater vest off, buddy.
Our bodies are aswarm with microscopic organism, Pam.
Ray, shut up. Cyril, let's get that sweater vest off, buddy.
Our bodies are aswarm with microscopic organisms, Pam.
Worst case is we die. Impaled on your boner.
I guess I've just always been fascinate by them.
...it plummet down into the basement...
Come on, Cyril, for most of us, she just rattle off our obvious addictions.
Safety brakes. That's actually what Elisha Otis invent.
Seriously, I'm sorry. I sincerely apologize for doing that.
Wonder what crawl up her butt. Ugh, there's no telling.
Krieger, I swear to...
Anyway, I bet the top of the car smash right into the motor, so...
I'm trap in an elevator!
All right. And what are you laugh at, Stroker Ace?
Hey. Will you quit yelling?
Do not panic. Krieger, shut up.
Wait a minute. How exactly is this suppose to work?
There's no room. It'll get kick over.
Ray. She burn her.
Anyway, I bet the top of the car smashed right into the motor, so...
Ugh, please don't talk about food. Yeah, I'm figuratively starving.
WOMAN: Hello? I can barely hear you.
Literally aswarm.
Meanwhile, your bodies are smashing around like crash dummies...
And besides, we don't need cell phones. We have a...
It's basically everywhere. If it gets on my suede boots...
Which is the most adult thing a person could possibly do.
I... However you normally do it.
People like me are exactly why we have to ration our food and water.
I am, actually.
We do, kind of.
Too soon. Yeah, inappropes.
But I don't know about those clams, though.
I blocked out the entire morning for us all to do a team-building exercise together.
Stop it. No one else can hear you because no one else is here yet.
You're listening for once.
I guess I've just always been fascinated by them.
About what? Look, this isn't that hard, people.
...until, one at a time, you are each impaled on my priapic erection.
...I will not be responsible for my actions. Right? Isn't it just so liberating?
Our bodies are aswarm with microscopic organisms, Pam.
We're doomed. Oh, my God.
I'm not addicted to lecturing people.
Well, we should have. I actually ate it all while the other guy was asleep.
RAY: Hang on. What are you, deaf? What are you, color blind?
First, there's no giant spring at the bottom. It's a hydraulic buffer.
...so we don't have to find out what "grave consequences" means?
Hey. Remain calm.
Magnum, P.I.'s house, but since I'm stuck in here with you people...
Yeah. Like meat at a Brazilian steakhouse.
ARCHER: Damn it, Carol, there's nobody... Shut up, stupid, it's Milton.
Come on, Cyril, for most of us, she just rattled off our obvious addictions.
Oh, gross. This phone is all sticky.
Well, maybe not now, but, say, you get a severe head injury on impact.
Oh, it's soaking wet down here. ARCHER: Oh, my God.
I also have extreme claustrophobia.