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00:19:51
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
70
It's no use. The trapdoor goes up a vertical shaft to the radio room.
Discoverer of blood groups?
MALORY: Was that a gunshot?
...and used to slit an anthropologist's bird-like throat.
Heh-heh-heh-heh. It's an idiom, you heathen.
Finely-tuned hetero-athletes. Yeah, hang on, I'm getting a call. Brriing!
ARCHER: The crease, idiots! Guard the crease!
Aha, you like wear garter?
And I just assume that includes his spleen. I think that ship might have sailed.
Then I'll have to ransom her and Sterling and Rip and...
And not to diminish the accomplishment of Dr. Charles Drew, but...
And before you see one thin dime, I want to talk to Sterling.
- He's already a quart low, so...
No, Mother, I'm a captive of pirates. Unh!
No, you just listen to me, buster. Bucky.
ARCHER: Noah, seriously, I swear to God, stop.
Heh-heh-heh. And one, two, three, go, herd. LANA: Whoa! Unh!
If you touch one hair on my son's head, I'll have your gut for garters.
I just traveled 8000 miles and got ambush by Malaysian pirates...
He just kind of keel over.
I bet that brain aneurysm scramble his Broca's area.
...and used to slit an anthropologist's bird-like throat.
But why dwell on that? We're home.
We lure Bucky down here and take him hostage.
ARCHER: Noah, seriously, I swear to God, stop.
Yeah, as oppose to the Doublemint Twins.
How dare you? You can just forget about that ransom.
...and then I'm screw, because I don't have...
And that we spare Malory the details of your time on Pirate Island.
Finely-tuned hetero-athletes. Yeah, hang on, I'm getting a call. Brriing!
Thank you. MALORY: Oh, shut up.
Oh, for... And just how the hell are we suppose to lure him down here?
RILEY: Which this idiot shot to pieces...
Heh. I don't even remember who pee on your sofa.
LANA: You lying, pathetic, little piece of... Ooh.
We're leaving. Before this quack's office burn to the ground.
I figured that we'd kind of work backwards from the, uh, stealing of the helicopter.
I am incredibly sorry.
Wait, please tell me you didn't tell her I was temporarily the pirate king.
No. Lana, seriously, she... She would literally kill you.
No, not yet, but this is damn good. I...
...trying to rescue a person who is now responsible for my getting crabs twice.
Exactly, and if we get to the radio...
But remember earlier, when you said you and I were friends?
Uh, yeah. For your information, almost all male cheerleaders are...
You got me. Well, that's just super.
But if you're trying to actually escape...
He just kind of keeled over.
We'll come back for you later.
They should've rescued Sterling and Rip from the pirates hours ago.
That may be the funniest thing you've ever said.
Well, at least he's trying something.
I've been sitting here for, like, 5 million years and the phone hasn't rung once.
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Malory, I never said that!
We're leaving. Before this cruddy school burns to the ground.
Okay, can I just run up to my hovel quick and grab the only extant copy of my dissertation?
They're all at the intramural lacrosse finals.
LANA: You lying, pathetic, little piece of... Ooh.
That's outrageous. I won't pay it.
Incoming!
Because we are totally vulnerable.
Maybe they did and just didn't call. No, I gave them explicit orders to...
I remember being really mad and really drunk and deciding to do some online banking.
...but there's a lot of weird sexual tension. LANA: Ha!
Oh, and Riley said he no longer finds you attractive because you're too old.
And then? Then we'll see. We'll keep it loose.
No, he... It's the silent killer, Noah.
Jeezow, Lana, answer your stupid phone.
It's no use. The trapdoor goes up a vertical shaft to the radio room.
CHERYL: Ugh, gross. Keep it moving, cripple.
I remember being really mad and really drunk and deciding to do some online banking.
Just trying all my usual passwords.