Calzado: Crocodiles on a three wheeler?
Archer: Right, how scary would that be?

Cyril, shut your pout-hole, accept the fact that Lana was so far out of your league, that impregnating her would have basically been interspecies breeding, and get on with your life!

Think cool thoughts, like eating mint chocolate ice-cream...in your refrigerated drawer...at the morg

Speaking of excellence, did you hear we met a tiger? Then he got murdered.

Just the Tip!

Archer: Why do we have so many damn dolls in here?
Pam: For sexual harassment complaints so people can non-verbally indicate where stuff happened on their bodies.
Archer: That takes like one doll.
Pam: Not if there's ever a gang rape. (fingers crossed)

Black, powerful, sexy. Like if Ron O'Neil was a car.

Archer: Woodhouse! What are you doing?
Woodhouse: Uh, sitting down sir.
Archer: What, at the table? Like people?

Archer: You have a potato?
Malory: What is this? Christmas?

Because how hard is it to poach a god damn egg properly? Seriously, that's like eggs 101 Woodhouse.

Hostage: Do you have any 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.
Hostage: Vincent van Gogh fuck yourself.
Archer: Hmm? Vincent van Gogh fuck myself? Survey says?

Rip: Those could be pirates.
Sterling: Okay, well then they'll do just have to do until we find some cowboys and indians.

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