Archer: I forgot you won the Olympic gold medal in men's downhill. Gillette: Well, ass, it was giant shalom and I only took bronze. Archer: So? You lost? Gillette: I came in third. Archer: Which is last. Gillette: Which is third... Archer: Last. Gillette: In he world. Archer: You lost. Geeze, get over it.
Cyril: Why are you so scared of crocodiles? Archer: Gee, I don't know, Cyril. Maybe deep down I'm afraid of any apex predator that lived through the K-T extinction. Physically unchanged for a hundred million years, because it's the perfect killing machine. A half ton of cold-blooded fury, the bite force of 20,000 Newtons, and stomach acid so strong it can dissolve bones and hoofs.