Barry: Your boots are slipping. Archer: Probably because there's 200 pounds of asshole hanging from them Barry: 183! Archer: Whatever, fat boy. Tell that to my silk socks. Barry: Why are you wearing silk socks? Archer: Is that a joke?
Barry: He sodomized my fiancee. Malory: You're still together? Barry: Oh I'm sorry, ex-fiance. That's what I meant to say. Malory: Then it wasn't it meant to be.