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00:21:02
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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And if it's a barbecue, are the Kanes a brisket crowd or pulled pork?
Lem, let's try to avoid using sarcasm. I wasn't.
Glad I didn't waste suitcase space on that barrel of monkeys.
Also, my parents aren't big drinkers. ARCHER: Yeah, they're like huge nerd, right?
But thank you for reminding him. Yeah, think of me as a mediator.
Well, algae is always challenging.
How is the acronym for the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries racist?
ARCHER: Swear to God, last one till dinner.
Then I don't know why this heap of shit's not going faster.
Here, and if you wanna save yourself some trips, let's, uh, make it a pitcher.
In fact, first thing tomorrow, you're going to the vet to have your vocal chord clipped.
How is the acronym for the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries racist?
So are we talking like a barbecue or...? Archer.
...to finish your dissertation? Yeah.
LANA: Archer... LEMUEL: You're going too fast, you idiot.
In fact, first thing tomorrow, you're going to the vet to have your vocal chords clipped.
LEMUEL: From excitement. LANA: From terror.
As a replacement for fossil fuels. Oh.
Because, Dr. Kane, your research has jeopardize our national security.
Also, you're just a reconstruct light-field...
Oh, please, you people invent racism.
What if we grease the tires?
If you think the Middle East is mess up now, just wait until nobody needs their oil.
Yeah, speaking of, I'm out. Let me hold yours while you reload me.
Hey, shut up.
Am I suppose to know what that means or...?
And I realize now that I should have invite you to the family reunion, and so I'm sorry.
But I'd also appreciate it...
Oh, my God, are you shit me? With a baby in the house?
And I realize now that I should have invited you to the family reunion, and so I'm sorry.
When they crash, they're gonna come out firing.
I used to hate it. Remember, I always threw up in the car on the way there?
And if it's a barbecue, are the Kanes a brisket crowd or pull pork?
I'm sure he's just caught in traffic.
Oh, shush and push. You guys all better be push back there.
And I'd say we've got about 30 seconds before the engine lock up.
Did you drop in on your way to overthrow a democratically elected government?
Oh. Did they find me utterly charming?
...apparently without any kind of backup whatsoever?
No, and if you tell them I am, I will literally murder you...
I couldn't keep my work at the lab. It's potentially worth billions.
And, Lem, obviously the implicit agreement between you and I...
How would that possibly help?
His research is going extremely well.
Yes, Lana, you've made it totally, very nearly insultingly, clear.
And spying for whom exactly?
You have to be naked. Otherwise, it's pointless.
...are you quite literally insane? Sorry.
Yeah, especially in... Where even are we?
Actually almost too hot, now that you...
I'm actually kind of nervous. Ugh.
I'm actually kind of nervous. Ugh.
But enough about you, am I right?
And if you'd go already, maybe later I'll dress up like Steve McQueen for you.
Yes, Lana, you've made it totally, very nearly insultingly, clear.
Um, medieval Slavic history.
...and he'll install a nitrous tank so you don't have to drive around town like a giant pussy.
Well, not even as it applies to the rise of modern Serbian nationalism?
I was just asking myself the same... That's ridiculous.
...with a focus on feminist issues. Yikes.
...are you quite literally insane? Sorry.
Isn't this just so relaxing? Is it?
Guys, come on, there's no dumb ideas.
[IN ENGLISH ACCENT] ...utterly charming.
Really? Oh, that must be fascinating.
How should I know? All of a sudden, I'm talking to a stranger.
Hey, yeah, toss out all your empties. That'll get rid of some weight, huh?
I'm actually kind of nervous. Ugh.
Um, medieval Slavic history.
Well, algae is always challenging.
Holy shit. I'm surprised nobody's killed you already.
And why you throwing bowling balls in the damn street?