Archer: Where did you learn all that stuff?
Pam: You know I grew up on a farm, right?
Archer: Really hoping that's not relevant.
Krieger: I needed help disseminating him.
Pam: Not what it means.
Lana: Still pretty gross though.
Archer: Does no one seriously no what today is?
Cheryl: The rapture?
Can I just put what I assume is your rock collection on the stupid train?
Cheryl: It tastes worse than it smells!
Pam: Man, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a guy say that, i'd have eight nickels!
How about you Ironside, you riding dirty?
Pam: I for one an going to watch Hooper until my fingers bleed.
Cheryl: Just tape them up.
I swear to god you could drown a toddler in my panties right now.
I don't even remember who peed on your sofa. But if I was a gambling man...
You're so hot for him, I could reheat this chili in your chooch. So how about it? Chooch chili?
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.
Archer: You swallowed a pool ball?
Pam: I wish just one and I still got two to go.