A picture of Woodhouse, Sterling's servant and the man who practically raised him as a child. Poor Woodhouse is actually kind of an amazing guy with a fantastic history, but that doesn't stop Archer from treating him like garbage and throwing all his clothes off the balcony.
Archer: Woodhouse! What are you doing?
Woodhouse: Uh, sitting down sir.
Archer: What, at the table? Like people?
Archer: Stop. Shut up. I have to go, and If I find one single dog hair when I get back, I'll... rub sand in your dead little eyes.
Woodhouse: Very good, Sir.
Archer: I also need you to go buy sand.
Woodhouse: Yes, Sir.
Archer: I don't know if they grade it, but... coarse.