Mondays 10:00 PM on FX

You're so hot for him, I could reheat this chili in your chooch. So how about it? Chooch chili?


Of course i'm not going to be a pirate, i'm going to be a pirate king.


Rip: You just killed like ten pirates.
Sterling: Wow, if the five year old me knew that, he'd get a huge boner.

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

Sterling: A ruse? Hi, it's 1930s, can have our words, and clothes, and shitty plane back?
Rip: Let's go, kid.
Sterling: Call you back, 1930s. And, hey, watch out for that Adolf Hitler. He's a bad egg.

Archer: So excuse me for needing some time to grieve.
Rip: By tending bar and banging newly weds?
Archer: Apparently that's my grieving process.

Pam: What a hunk
Cheryl: Total sploosh.
Lana: Yeah, gotta give him a sploosh.
Gillette: And whatever my equivalent of sploosh. Which I guess is just sploosh. Only with semen.

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