Archer: What is that smell?
Malory: Gravlax and failure. I think Lana just Broke Torvald's Hand.
Archer: Truckasaurus.

Now who wants an widdle ice chip! No? I suppose you'd prefer a nice big bottle of that liquid butter fat.

Malory

Goats - what in the Christ - I'll have your hide as boots and the rest of you as a curry!

Lana

Closet rampage!

The information you're about to hear is top secret. Unauthorized publication or leaking of this information would be an act of high treason, for which you would tried and convicted by a secret military tribunal and summarily executed. So no, Ms Poovey, I don't think a selfie would be appropriate.

Hawley

Malory: Why is she even in this briefing? She's not allowed to go on missions!
Hawley: Because she always stows away somehow, as do Figgis and Dr. Krieger, and Julia Glueis Dreyfuss over there.

He's the one ashamed of his hand's heritage, not me!

Krieger: I've been working on miniaturization for years!
Cyril: Krieger, those were shrinky dinks.
Krieger: It's the same principle!

Slater: You know what I don't have time for?
Archer: Shopping for clothes?

Slater: You know what this is? (shows fist)
Archer: Your best gal?

Pam: I was voted best milker!
Krieger: Me too!
Everyone: Eww.

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Ray: Oh! So I'm good enough to drive y'all around?! Great! Maybe on the way we can stop off down the Piggly Wiggly!
Lana: When this is over, I really think you and I should have a nice long talk.
Ray: I'm sorry, am I forgetting my place?
Lana: Little bit.

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