Are we seriously done with "phrasing?" I mean, not right there necessarily, although "tongue" and "gaping hole" were kinda begging for it.

Cyril: Is that the army?
Archer: I don't think so. One guy's wearing a T-shirt from a Phi Mew fun run.
Ray: We call them Phi Mu.

Cyril: I'm coming as fast as I can!
Archer: Guys, we really need to talk about getting "phrasing" back in the rotation.

La Madrina: So, 900 kilos?
Archer: However many are in a shit-tonne.

Archer: Guys, if we get out of this, the first thing I'm gonna do, I swear to God...
Ray: If you say "buy a tiger," we will beat you to death with your own shoes.

Ray: How long will it take you, Archer, to admit that you dick around every time we're in danger, just to screw with everybody, because of your complete - no, your utter contempt for your own mortality?!
Archer: I mean, yeah. Duh.

Eat a dick, jungle.

The only limit is your imagination! Pew-Pew!

Cyril: What was that?
Archer: Probably a jaguar, excited about being magnificent and crepuscular.

Ray: You thought I was dead?
Archer: Well, yeah, I just assumed...
Ray: And you didn't even take a moment!?

Cyril: These guys don't look too good.
Archer: Well, they're gonna look even worse when they're jaguar poop.

Cyril: What do crocodiles eat?
Archer: Everything! They eat everything! And fear is their bacon bits.

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