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00:21:12
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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As the damsel in distress? Have you ever met a woman less damsel-y?
Also known as a fugue state...
Guys. Fake mustache, yay or nay? Yay.
Oh, and plus I'm a total badass at hand-to-hand combat?
I'm sorry? We are not robber.
I'm off to get a seaweed wrap. Didn't know they made sushi with dried clams.
Heh. And, wait, how are they a superpower?
You know another kind of burger? Ostrich. Shut up, they're good.
Speaking of, you see the bulge on that towel boy?
Five ingredients: tequila, Cointreau, lime juice, ice, kosher salt.
...in case you were about to say there has been a setback.
...he's just down at the shore flipping hamburger?
...where'd you learn to do that? I don't know. It was like instinct.
But I'm a firm believer in corn starch. Not the gimp suit.
What I am gonna do, is find out who this Archer jerk is...
ARCHER: Okay, kids, who wants Manning Coleslaw?
Ow! What's in there? Spa buckle?
Why did you rip off my shirt? To make the fuse. Duh!
...and I'll make you wish they never scrape you out of Hitler's drawers.
Duly noted and disregard. And I expect you to be totally convincing.
He wander in there in full morning dress two months ago, they got married--
Somebody who gamble? When would I gamble, Linda?
And if Archer's real identity is expose to him too suddenly...
What, as oppose to the fake KGB? Actually, yes, and also--
But I warn you.
...sometimes trigger by extreme emotional or psychological stress.
Wait, I wonder if it's relate to your thing.
Because the other 18 hours, I'm slaving over this hot-ass grill.
Shut up. Yes, shut up.
And you're not really suppose to be back here.
So take care, I'll call after I solve this mystery or whatever.
Anyway, I'm just burn out.
...and I murder them?
This spy stuff is awesome, and I bet I'd be totally awesome at it...
Especially now that the door's lock.
...with the KGB arm with a fricking cap gun.
And how's my lady love? Infinitely better now.
Technically the whole tri-state area.
...his mind may reject it permanently.
Where is the limo going? I guess wherever Mr. Archer said to.
I think you literally broke my heart. KRIEGER: Aw.
That little son of a-- He's obviously doing this just to get even with me.
Who did you think I was? You, unfortunately.
...against a sudden and quite possibly violent confrontation with his mother.
Normally, I would agree, but after talking to the wife...
Absolutely ruined, because of you. I said I was sorry, Mother.
Okay. So just because I don't wanna bang you, automatically I'm a lesbian?
...against a sudden and quite possibly violent confrontation with his mother.
Especially now that the door's locked.
What, as opposed to the fake KGB? Actually, yes, and also--
Are you out of your mind? Damn near.
Yeah, I don't think it does, though. Uh, no shit.
Remember, you have to pretend you don't have a history together.
I don't know. He called me Archer, maybe they think I'm somebody else.
How could he not know who he is? Psychogenic retrograde amnesia.
Pam. And it's not you I'm worried about. It's our pathetic villains.
Multinational Hotels Incorporated?
Oh, no, capitalist spy get drop on us.
Wow, memory is such a fragile thing.
Unfortunately? What's unfortunate is you got me into a fire fight...
For the-- Sour mix? In a margarita? What is this, Auschwitz?
Fine, awful, whatever, great.
And, uh, speaking of drinks... These aren't to drink, dumb-ass.
...against a sudden and quite possibly violent confrontation with his mother.
Inappropriate. Suppressing fire!
Said the fake scientist.
...against a sudden and quite possibly violent confrontation with his mother.
Just throw the damn thing!
What, is it weird because we kissed?
...sometimes triggered by extreme emotional or psychological stress.
I'm a grown man, Lana, I didn't run away from home.
Yeah, she's laying it on pretty thick. Well, you're in charge here.