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00:21:38
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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What? Malory, the whole thing about me using his goop was your idea.
WOMAN [ON PHONE]: Moshi moshi. Ah.
For the millionth and last time, we do not have mini-bottles.
I'll catch up. I gotta run in here quick and grab some urinal cakes.
And how are your new overlord?
This is a cakewalk for a real spy.
I wanna say a platypus, but I'm not sure if that's an accurate analogy.
You should be receiving a mission dossier, well, now.
[ELEVATOR DINGS AND ALL GASP]
No, against fascism. And that was... Ah!
The guerrilla. They will kill me. Let me go.
And if you two dope didn't screw up this $10 million renovation...
...on which, I think we both know, you smeared some poop!
God, okay, final offer, 10,000 baht, some of which has blood on it.
Well, unless you wanna swim there, which, spoiler alert, you can't.
Miss Archer looks like a mule kicked her in the face.
ARCHER: Stop!
Oh. Oh, I don't know. Some cereal. It's supposed...
[SHOUTING CONTINUES AND KEN EXCLAIMS IN JAPANESE]
[MALORY SHRIEKS AND BABY COOS]
First of all, Lana, I didn't waltz in here, not with nine broken ribs, a puncture lung...
Jeezy-petes, this drawer squeak exactly like the old one did.
We redid everything exactly like it was before.
...on which, I think we both know, you smear some poop!
...or try to sneak up on me and slit my throat?
And some of which merely resemble it.
Organizations change. They evolve. They grow.
You owe us a hundred thousand baht.
[THUDDING AND ARCHER SCREAMS]
No, it's a stroke. I... I smell toast.
Many enemy soldiers patrol the jungle.
I punch the coordinates in the GPS...
...and if you screw it up, there won't be a second one, so listen up.
I would be, if you quit jumping around.
...I mean jealous, because I ace the mission. What?
Oh, shut up. Hey.
...and then waltz in here like you never left and casually say hi.
Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah. Like, literally, the day after the war ended...
Besides, I'm not a CIA schoolgirl.
...when, obviously, you meant "first-class luxury commercial airliner."
CHERYL: It's exactly like it was.
The tide of war in the Pacific is finally changing...
...or super uncool Pearl Harbor Japan?
No, they're really small now. I think you guys actually did that.
It's a telephone, kind of, that talks to outer space and also, uh... Shit.
Hmph. Join the club. But for God's sake, six weeks is long enough.
Still, though.
It's too far. You're gonna need my help.
No, American and Russian and Chinese are fighting together for communism.
Things just usually work out for me.
I'm listening. Two days ago, an American spy plane...
At least give me the gun.
To wit, once again, you're off on one of your usual self-pitying benders.
Yeah, but... And now you have the chance I never had...
[THUDDING AND ARCHER SCREAMS]
...or super uncool Pearl Harbor Japan?
Um... I was actually looking at your pubic hair.
I... Wait, was that rhetorical?
You think? You think ouch, do you?
Or is your entire generation physically incapable of doing that?
Yes, so sober up and get a bunch of penicillin shots...
My orders were to defend this island from the enemy until I was relieved.
...I mean jealous, because I aced the mission. What?
[GROANING] Sneak attack. Typical.
The pilot ejected, but without the onboard computer.
...the U.S. and Russia became mortal enemies.
The look on your dumb face.
MALORY: Well, yes, but you can hardly blame Sterling for being upset.
...oh, my God, in any sort of parental role for Abbiejean...
Which, again, curious as to why you put Pam and Cheryl in charge.
Why'd you run away when you were excited about being a father when A.J. was born?
Why don't you go read the damn dossier? Read about the communist insurgency.