Archer: Seriously, these potato-heads have got to be the unsexiest mob of all time. Paddy3: You know who you're messin' with, boy-o? You have any idea who our boss is? Archer: Nope. But 100 people surveyed, number one answer's on the board. Name the douchebag who's in charge! Paddy3: Vincent. Van Go-fuck-yourself. Archer: Hm. Vincent Van Go-fuck-myself... Survey says! *blam* Paddy1: Oh Christ! Lana: Jesus! Archer! Archer: What, Lana!? I said it was a rampage! Lana: Still though. Paddy3: You son of a whore! Archer: Save it for the fast money round, Paddy. *to Paddy2* 100 people surveyed, number one answer still on the board! Name the douchebag who's in charge! Ah-ah! Need an answer! Paddy2: *spits* Archer: Hm. Cock-flavored spit. Well, you never know what's gonna be on the board! Let me see "cock-flavored spit"! *blam* Archer: Guys, that's two strikes. One more and the innocent Honduran janitors get a chance to steal the bank! I'm just assuming you guys don't actually know what goes on here. I hope that doesn't sound racist. *to Paddy1* Okay, kid. Lana: He is a kid, Archer. So-- Archer: Lana, you're in the isolation booth!
The fact that he wasted the second Irish thug for laughing when he said he had breast cancer was priceless. His rampage was hilarious. Combined with Krieger's father being a nazi scientist it was as funny an episode as they've had.
Krieger possibly being a clone of Hitler is even better.
Archer: Seriously, these potato-heads have got to be the unsexiest mob of all time. Paddy3: You know who you're messin' with, boy-o? You have any idea who our boss is? Archer: Nope. But 100 people surveyed, number one answer's on the board. Name the douchebag who's in charge! Paddy3: Vincent. Van Go-fuck-yourself. Archer: Hm. Vincent Van Go-fuck-myself... Survey says! *blam* Paddy1: Oh Christ! Lana: Jesus! Archer! Archer: What, Lana!? I said it was a rampage! Lana: Still though. Paddy3: You son of a whore! Archer: Save it for the fast money round, Paddy. *to Paddy2* 100 people surveyed, number one answer still on the board! Name the douchebag who's in charge! Ah-ah! Need an answer! Paddy2: *spits* Archer: Hm. Cock-flavored spit. Well, you never know what's gonna be on the board! Let me see "cock-flavored spit"! *blam* Archer: Guys, that's two strikes. One more and the innocent Honduran janitors get a chance to steal the bank! I'm just assuming you guys don't actually know what goes on here. I hope that doesn't sound racist. *to Paddy1* Okay, kid. Lana: He is a kid, Archer. So-- Archer: Lana, you're in the isolation booth!
The fact that he wasted the second Irish thug for laughing when he said he had breast cancer was priceless. His rampage was hilarious. Combined with Krieger's father being a nazi scientist it was as funny an episode as they've had.
Krieger possibly being a clone of Hitler is even better.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
for the angel of death
spread his wings on the blast,
and breathing in the face
of the foes he passed
and the eyes of the sleepers
waxed(?) deadly and chill
and their hearts but
once heaved,
and forever grew still!
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Paddy3: You know who you're messin' with, boy-o? You have any idea who our boss is?
Archer: Nope. But 100 people surveyed, number one answer's on the board. Name the douchebag who's in charge!
Paddy3: Vincent. Van Go-fuck-yourself.
Archer: Hm. Vincent Van Go-fuck-myself... Survey says!
*blam*
Paddy1: Oh Christ!
Lana: Jesus! Archer!
Archer: What, Lana!? I said it was a rampage!
Lana: Still though.
Paddy3: You son of a whore!
Archer: Save it for the fast money round, Paddy. *to Paddy2* 100 people surveyed, number one answer still on the board! Name the douchebag who's in charge! Ah-ah! Need an answer!
Paddy2: *spits*
Archer: Hm. Cock-flavored spit. Well, you never know what's gonna be on the board! Let me see "cock-flavored spit"!
*blam*
Archer: Guys, that's two strikes. One more and the innocent Honduran janitors get a chance to steal the bank! I'm just assuming you guys don't actually know what goes on here. I hope that doesn't sound racist. *to Paddy1* Okay, kid.
Lana: He is a kid, Archer. So--
Archer: Lana, you're in the isolation booth!
Krieger possibly being a clone of Hitler is even better.
Pam: Ziiiiiiiiing! Ah-hem, wildly inappropriate...
Krieger: Seriously, Pam.
Pam: Okay, clone wars.
Krieger: zing...
"...Really?"
Yes! Thank you! Seriously, quite possibly the best thing on the show ever.
Also loved "Terms of En-Rampage-ment" (working title)
"Little kids get cancer!"
"Awww...yeah, they do.
I swear this is what he said.
Edit - Ah I was close
"Still nothing?"
It gives you a chance to notice the little things, like Archer laughing at Brent getting shot again.
I love Brent getting shot. I smile, and then realize how crazy that is, and then I grin like a fool.
Seriously.
I freakin' love this episode!
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And it would only take like half a bottle of Alcohol!
She's that badass.
anyone got a screenshot with the text legible?
pretty great
when pam
spread his wings on the blast,
and breathing in the face
of the foes he passed
and the eyes of the sleepers
waxed(?) deadly and chill
and their hearts but
once heaved,
and forever grew still!
after you asked for it
dammit
don't be mad
you're getting in the danger zone
the greatest
I loved the whole ocelot bit, but really lost it on that.
Balls. Nailed it.
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