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00:20:42
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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...a marquise, a vicomtesse, the two princess sisters, a duchess...
And so, beckoned by the servant, a powerful negress giant...
For example, this is a tranquilizer gun with which I will dart the prince...
Coming, My Majesty. Now, is anyone allergic to ocelot?
...I'd have him sewn into a burlap sack filled with rats...
Cowgirl? Wheelbarrow? Butter churn?
...Fawad entered the boudoir and soon became a man.
...with the transdermal solution of the most powerful laxative known to man.
If this were my palace, I'd... What did I tell you, wench?
Cowgirl? Wheelbarrow? Butter churn?
I do apologize for this necessary precaution, Miss...?
You're like Wile E. Coyote with access to predator drone. Out.
[GILLETTE YELLS, THEN PLANT ROARS]
And how about that chandelier, huh? Ha. But I wouldn't wanna dust it.
Bullshit, the CIA doesn't have that technolo... Ungh!
A thousand pardon. Foolish woman, where is a bathroom?
...but spoiler alert: I don't give a shit who Archer bangs.
Let's get this over with so I can bathe off all this filth and grime.
And so, beckon by the servant, a powerful negress giant...
...I'd have him sew into a burlap sack filled with rats...
Well slap, Your Majesty. Come.
Which... It was all Slater's fault. Sterling, I swear to God.
...about chopping off their hands if they spill even a single drop...
...is if a servant dare speak to me in my palace...
[CHUCKLING] I think Ray deserve a hand.
Ah! Wait, were they screw? Hey! If anybody tells Mother about this, I'll...
Hang on, shut up, I have something for this...
Pardon, but I'm suppose to... Oof. Mother.
...the Durhani ambassador is being recall.
...and then we'll have 60 seconds to do all the scans before he wake up...
They were goat feet and you threw them out! Ah! Damn you!
I bet the royal palace is lousy with them.
You better hope I get all this shit scan before he wakes... Ungh.
Yeah, God forbid you guys get caught.
No. That'll just be icing on what I assume will be an extremely moist cake.
Which, come to think of it, would be what my vagina refer to as a win-win.
Wow, this is eerily similar to my spec script for Masterpiece Theater.
I shall take His Highness and then I shall speedily return for...
Fawad, habibi, I shall meet you upstairs momentarily.
If you're not in position, you'd better get there ASAP because...
Your what? Well, I guess technically it's fanfic.
Seriously? Or wherever else.
To literally have a... Uh, uh...
All kidding aside, though, the house does have 22 full-and 18 half-baths...
More like what he wants to get into, which, obviously, the queen's vagina.
An opinion apparently shared by the staff about the rest of the furnishings.
You're alive. Tear this place apart.
No. That'll just be icing on what I assume will be an extremely moist cake.
Indeed. Well slapped, His Majesty.
Yes, yes, it most certainly did.
Exactly, that's what I'm... Wait, what?
Out of the question. I don't want him alone without...
I think perhaps both? Ideally? Or rather, both, ideally, would be... Ungh.
So instead of trying to undermine the mission...
Just Slater, for the infinitieth time.
What I know, you impudent toad...
...something befitting the world's richest prince.
...their sullen eyes downcast as Grandmama makes a joke...
...second-largest collection of carnivorous plants...
...because you got no freaking hand, stupid.
...the shame of which drove the current owner's eccentric great-uncle...
And I am embarrassed to say that I have room for only one passenger.
No. That'll just be icing on what I assume will be an extremely moist cake.
So what, you're gonna try to bang the queen just to make Lana jealous?
My commission is gonna be huge. QUEEN: Come, you foolish woman.
Ah. Should've thought of that before you picked these ridiculous costumes.
...like we used to do in the Belgian Congo.
Ugh. Affirmative action.
Now, if your assorted majesties and highnesses will please follow me...
Could you send up 1500 poorly-trained Cuban exiles?
I will escort His Highness upstairs via a more scenic route.
MAN: Please, someone just kill me. Be careful what you wish for.