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00:22:46
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
24
(Snores) No, thank you, zerk, that will suffice.
Dammit, they're in defilade, i can't see what they're doing.
A whorehouse, though,
He's the biggest mobster in L.A.
Old buncombe, if you've got it.
That would be his enforcer, Dutch Dylan.
(Woman cackling) Feud: Bette and Joan.
Gasp. And I pulled my gun
They want their gold digger back.
that's what you told my bartender
I'd probably say bourbon.
I think he got too far behind on his dope tab,
bet that's pretty much recession-proof.
with carton of them on your way up the gangplank.
vengeance will be mine.
Between hope and despair.
'cause you screwed her tits off at the precinct cookout.
Archer: (Chuckling) Who isn't?
No. You know, if you differentiate between,
Go easy, Archer. Poovey, I swear to Christ,
I-- because now you owe me.
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But that better be the last time I smell you
punch his ticket for him.
Now I get to go report what I observe.
'cause you screw her tits off at the precinct cookout.
could they possibly be celebrating?
With which-- hang on. Wait, really?
I do little bit. Then shut up.
Well, dreaming about, i suppose.
when did you wash this last?
Before you shoot a big, salty load in your pants.
when he wake up.
murder three people.
Gasp. And I pull my gun
I assume you're familiar with him?
so sometime last night his dealer
which is barely enough to buy an extremely nice umbrella.
Meanwhile, I have to dip into my rainy day fund,
And apparently doing it with a fresh new take
could they possibly be celebrating?
which is barely enough to buy an extremely nice umbrella.
Exactly. That face right there.
How do you take it? Usually alone.
who killed my partner. With which, perhaps, i can help you.
I think he got too far behind on his dope tab,
I do not, actually, and I am not,
A whorehouse, though,
I think he got too far behind on his dope tab,
How do you take it? Usually alone.
and live happily ever after, but then you were like, "what?"
But I sure won't forget it.
At least he doesn't know woodhouse died.
Just like you always said, woodhouse,
hm. Now, what's a nice, unmarked LAPD girl like you
Because your crooked boss
The infamous Sterling Archer, private eye.
I-- look, I'm just trying to find the bastard
White slavery's just as racist. What?
Come on, you bent prick, look up.
"lock the safe, Archer, you dumb twat."
Distinguished service cross
Okay, Archer, just stay calm.
None of your damn business.
Careful what you wish for.
heiress to the vast vandertunt publishing fortune.
It's okay. Let him go. You big lummox.
Three purple hearts. It goes on, Mr. Archer.
but the other half says you're slightly more use to me alive.
¶ fever when you hold me tight ¶
Yeah, you're a regular granville sharp.
Some new, improved people-melting acid?