WIC! It's like welfare but for babies. I don't know, I'm not a Democrat but I think they give you a birth cheese.

We all have to chip in to make ISIS green. Look at me chopping ice for a Tom Collins like a field hand... or do I want a mint julep?

Archer: I don't need a doctor, Katya doesn't have VD!
Malory: You haven't had sex with her?

That was for Pearl Harbor!

Malory: Who taught you to drive?
Cheryl: This guy I know called my dead father.

And why are you dressed like the whore the rest of the trailer park finally decided they had to stone to death?

Do you want Ants? Because that is how you get ants!

So once again you're left with the class Irish man's dilemma, do I eat the potato or do I let it ferment so I can drink it later?

Well, how hard could it be...if Mexicans can do it?

Lana: Gestad? Count me in!
Archer: And me out. I'm not getting frost bite protecting some old German guy.
Malory: Herr Schlotz isn't the intended victim. It's his daughter Anka.
Archer: Who obviously needs someone on her. Constantly. I will that someone who's constantly on her.

Malory: If you were in my tax bracket, you wouldn't be shouting such socialist propaganda.
Archer: Or wearing such shitty clothes.

Malory: And what? You think he wanted to mind control you into loving him?
Archer: You tell me, mother. That's your speciality!

Archer Quotes

KGB (Crenshaw): This may be old cliche, but... we have ways of making you talk.
Archer: What, your little go-kart battery?
KGB (Crenshaw): Golf cart.
Archer: Whatever. Would you pick an accent and stick with it?

It's like my brain's a tree and you're those little cookie elves.

Archer