Yeah, a little baby girl, Abijean. With Lana. And then we started going out again, and it's kind of amazing, really. We're like, connecting, you know, and I realized that all this time, even though we fought like cats and a very tall dog, we've always been best friends. And then to realize that you might actually be in love with your best friend, who also happens to be the mother of your child, that's like a miracle.

Katya: They're jingling, baby.
Archer: Huh! I didn't know you were a fan of early crossover mainstream hip-hop!

Keep it up, Stumplestiltskin!


Kreiger: What is wrong with you people?
Pam: Ray's missing a hand!

Mallory: You do realize this is a CIA agency?
Cyril: Ostensibly.

If I wanted to hear you people scream, I'd have you flown to a CIA black site in Morocco and listen to your torture session on speakerphone!


I wouldn't even pay $2000 to get myself laid.


The child is sent to Bhutan, where for the next 20 years she's raised and trained as an assassin with Ra's al Ghul before returning to destroy those who once betrayed her.


Pam: No! The solution to every problem isn't throwing freakin' acid on it.
Krieger: Unless the problem is a solution with an overly alkaline pH balance.

Pam: Cyril, you can lie to yourself...
Ray: Obviously, look at your sweater.

I know you better sit your ass down before I jam an Easy Spirit up it.


Just the Tip!

Archer Quotes

Hawley: Awww screw me!
Archer: ...said Ripley to the android Bishop.

Cheryl: What the stupid shit are you doing??
Cyril: You said you wanted watermelon.
Cheryl: Watermelon's red?
Cyril: Yes. How do you not know that?
Cheryl: Who am I? Charles Frederick Andress?