Archer

I am the target. I am the target. I am the target. Then go already! Ya big... bag with which one douches. I'm sorry, what's that? I can't hear you... Over the sound... Of my deafening awesomeness....

Woodhouse, what the hell is this?! I believe it is squash, sir. I... what're you shoveling it into?! The wee baby Seamus. Miss Trinette said you'd agreed to it, while she's in Atlantic City for the...

ARCHER: Ahhh... Oh man, is this great? LANA: No Archer, it's... ARCHER: Was that a rhetorical question? LANA: Archer... Archer! ARCHER: And also was that? Answer, yes, they both were, because New...

What do you even do here? Sit on your ass and analyze data? I'm a field agent, Isaac Newton, I risk my life, so yeah... I do deserve the best space in the parking garage. Like it would kill you to...

MALORY: Splendid. Yes. And we'll work out all the details when... hm? Yes, it sounds amazing, it really does, but... We'll talk about it when you get here. Hm? Mm. Something on your mind, dear?...

So if you want paper towels in there, you'll just have to supply your own. [Low, half-hearted bitching] Where do you get paper towels? And, last item, on a related note, I have no choice but to cut...