Look, auditory hallucinations aren't going to make you any less delicious.
Malory: It's like if you've ever seen Jackie Gleason dance.
Pam: Is that a compliment?
Malory: I don't see how it possibly could be.
Pam: Should I wash my hands?
Kriger: Eh, I didn't.
Maybe you can shut your dick holster.
This time really get in there. All you've been doing is giving one side hell.
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.