Ray: Intel? No, do not compare what we do now to intelligence work.
Archer: Don't worry, I won't. Because selling cocaine to cocaine dealers doesn't really compare to helping overthrow democratic governments, like the US did in Guatemala, Chile, Nicaragua, oh! Iran?! Because, spoiler alert, those didn't really work out so great. But that's okay, because I'm pinning my hopes for the future on the next big shipment of stinger missiles to that rag tag bunch of Mujahidin heroes in Afghanistan!
So if you'll hide your vaginas, it's time to gather some intel.
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Oh, and just so you know, that's exactly how Len Koenecke died.
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Lana: I'm pregnant!
Cherlene: ...it said, baffling medical science.
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You think if I had 100 pounds of coke I'd be sitting here playing choo-choo spoon with a tranny?Pam
I mean, did you used to be a man?Malory
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Lana: I want this baby!
Malory: Well, sure, now. Wait until you're waist deep in diapers, he's up with the croup and there's no bourbon in the house. Then fast forward to him knocking up the au pair, flunking out of college, and then single-handedly bankrupting your drug cartel!
Lana: It's from a song?
Archer: Yes it's from a song! Recorded by Grammy winner and possible Faustian bargain maker Kenny goddamn Loggins!
You're important to me, so I made Woodhouse get it from Mother's storage unit...because I own him!