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00:19:50
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
24
Well, whatever then. Parsecs. Length.
Great, underpants. ARCHER: Do not shoot.
Tams? The Dominoes? The Embers? They call this classic rock.
Wha...? Teacup pig.
A border moat? Is if she had her grandmother's name.
Come on, let's go. Gun's out, bun out.
Bullshit. Firing in three...
Sweet-44, tender-9, hot-juicy pork chop. I didn't pick it.
ARCHER: Great, shut up, because I'm talking to Carol. Carol, here's the deal...
Shut up. And in the meantime, if you look out the left side of the cabin...
Colonel. Lieutenant colonel.
It was in the crew locker. I think it looks pretty sharp.
Unh. I got a cousin in the Air Force.
Tams? The Dominoes? The Embers? They call this classic rock.
So why is it full of you idiot?
When they're supposed to be prisoner. Yeah, that's no good, huh?
GILLETTE [OVER INTERCOM]: Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
You want me to wire a thousand dollars to buy you a plane ticket and a pre-flight whore.
...and I want a notarize copy of the revised birth certificate on my desk by Friday.
Simone, I swear to God...
...and I want a notarized copy of the revise birth certificate on my desk by Friday.
That airspace is all extremely restrict, so...
Uh, is that before or after Krieger sexually assault a 220 outlet?
Goddamn it. Everybody hang on.
ARCHER [OVER SPEAKER]: Carol, hey, shut up. I need your help.
Is that suppose to be better?
What, like that cancels out getting it shot down?
It's where the government keeps all the aliens that have crash on Earth.
KRIEGER: Oh, my God, I bet it's nerve gas.
What, like that cancel out getting it shot down?
And I assume Branson is some sort of all-one-cares-to-eat establishment?
They attempt to overpower me...
Can...? Can we talk for a second about what happen?
Krieger, I am in no mood. Now get dress.
I guess the same reason I don't know what grits are or hush puppies.
Heh. And what are you wear?
So I don't care what it costs me, financially or self-respectfully...
This is Captain Ray Gillette, welcoming you aboard from the flight deck.
Alrighty then, I think I'm sufficiently drunk enough...
Uh, is that before or after Krieger sexually assaulted a 220 outlet?
When in reality, you were literally climbing the walls of a farmhouse in Virginia...
It's perfectly fine without ice.
Okay. Besides, Branson isn't just country music.
And obviously thank you too...
Well, neither did I, but apparently there is.
That airspace is all extremely restricted, so...
Yeah, exactly. And if I spoke Hebrew, I would ask him.
Maybe instead of worrying about what cocktails to make...
I think it's quite generous. I think it's quite bat-shit insane.
...is actually harboring extraterrestrial life-forms...
Mm. Not really, though. Well, and also shoes.
I know how far light travels in a vacuum in a Julian year.
Pam, seriously, get your shit together.
Well, at least as we understand it.
...is actually harboring extraterrestrial life-forms...
Did...? Did...? Did...? Ouch!
Whoa. Wow. All right, this is pretty embarrassing.
We might even have to use sour mix.
I think it's quite generous. I think it's quite bat-shit insane.
Hush puppies are little balls of fried cornmeal batter.
No. I'll drink it neat.
KRIEGER: Oh, my God, I bet it's nerve gas.
How big was Hamlet when you had to get rid of it?
Not today, gorgeous, not today.
You went to Vegas, now you're drunk and broke outside a casino.
You were the one yapping your head off about my damn teacup pig.
Uh... He's Israeli, so just Hebrew, unless...
ARCHER: Exactly, the silent killer.
Jesus, I'm sending you the money for your stupid plane ticket.
Guys, it's okay. SOLDIER 2: He's got a weapon.
...but guns are actually pretty expensive. I'm gonna count to three.
Come in, dear. What are you doing? Come in here.