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00:21:33
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
359
Really? Because I find your sweatiness unprofessional.
Smells like a whorehouse in here.
Just give me five minutes on my backhand then we'll see if there's a...
Food rapist. - Not a pretty name, is it?
What is the point of these simulations... - Krenshaw's arousal?
CYRIL: Looks like we've got a Mexican standoff, Kremenski.
Oh, and thank you, duffel bag.
No, no, no, because forget the dog rule, because this pug is amazing.
...and spoiler alert, it ends with a closetful of my suits on fire.
The second is sound sensitive. Anything above a whisper sets it off.
...um, conducting a mole hunt.
What's this flap about a break-in? - Mother, look out.
ARCHER: Thank you, Abelard.
Definitely Russian, possibly a Jew. I don't know. Thoughts?
What is it? - He's got an erection.
Like the dysfunctional asshole I broke up with six months ago.
What's in there, buckle?
Cosplay enthusiast. - What?
You little... You sack of shit. - What? What?
And if you violate that trust, or the food, there's...
...and slowly I am rub it around... - MALORY [OVER PHONE]: Goddamn it.
Exercise terminate.
Yep. See here, Krenshaw just stole 50,000 from Archer's account.
This shirt smell like Indira Gandhi's thong.
Baby crazy? - That's why I dump her.
How mess up he is about his mother. - Fine.
Yeah? Well, so is the fact that you, some crazy-how, are screw my ex.
Even a mouse trigger it.
Comrade...? - Oh, shut up.
H.R. mediations are suppose to be confidential, Pam, you manatee.
Dumb-ass. - KREMENSKI: I don't care if you shoot her.
And maybe you just got your face kick off.
But you promise me breakfast.
Oh, yeah, Pam mention that.
After how you treat me?
Oh, good. You caught the... Oh, wait I had something for this.
Inexplicably unprotected.
I have 50 agents who'd literally kill to move up to your position.
...and somehow made it into ISIS headquarters...
You want breakfast? Try the diner. You're obviously into Greek.
Definitely Russian, possibly a Jew. I don't know. Thoughts?
Definitely Russian, possibly a Jew. I don't know. Thoughts?
Exactly. You're not Archer. That's what's so great about you.
...it's weird that you can't leave me alone in your apartment.
Okay, operations account. Just how deep in the red am I?
...but you were quite insistent... - What was I?
Wow, that's actually better. - Yup.
Must have been doing it all along. - Apology accepted, ass douche.
Archer, please. That's private. - Not calm enough?
And if you were half as smart as she was...
Jesus, what else could go wrong?
Like the dysfunctional asshole I broke up with six months ago.
The second is sound sensitive. Anything above a whisper sets it off.
What? - So don't speak to me, ever.
I'm always insistent, Woodhouse. - Yes, sir.
The first, at street level. Impenetrable after 6.
How was I to know you're lactose intolerant?
Which is obviously ludicrous. As is this baby corn.
I dumped you because you're dragging around a 35-year-old umbilical cord.
That it was creepy and pathetic?
Oh, adorable. Now get the hell out of here.
Ooh. That would make me uncomfortable. - Yeah.
How can I? Between his lame accent and the go-cart battery...
Do you even hear how totally batshit insane you sound?
...they won't need to. Your position will be vacant.
Dumb-ass. - KREMENSKI: I don't care if you shoot her.
And it makes for fascinating reading.
...I offer these delicious doughnuts.
Archer, please. That's private. - Not calm enough?
...it's weird that you can't leave me alone in your apartment.
CYRIL: Looks like we've got a Mexican standoff, Kremenski.
Known from Berlin to Bangkok as the world's most dangerous spy.