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.
Cheryl: Eww!
Pam: Not what it means.
Lana: Still pretty gross though.

Archer: Does no one seriously no what today is?
Pam: Tuesday?
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.

Archer Quotes

Cyril: Why are you so scared of crocodiles?
Archer: Gee, I don't know, Cyril. Maybe deep down I'm afraid of any apex predator that lived through the K-T extinction. Physically unchanged for a hundred million years, because it's the perfect killing machine. A half ton of cold-blooded fury, the bite force of 20,000 Newtons, and stomach acid so strong it can dissolve bones and hoofs.

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?