Well, I hope you're happy because I feel like a total dick, and kind of a racist. And I resent you making me feel like that...because I'm not a racist.

Japanese Soldier: You cannot shirk your duties!
Archer: Yes, I can. I do it all the time

Lana, am I just now coming out of a coma from when I drowned saving your life eight months ago?

We've been selling cocaine for the CIA so they can buy arms from Iran!? Did we at least free some hostages?!

Baby, what is she saying? Baby? Baby? BABYYYY?

Thank you, George Borewell, for that clunky analogy in defence of totalitarianism.

Calderon: My father fought the rebels, and his father fought the rebels!
Cherlene: So, like a family business.
Archer: That manufactures oppression.

I facetiously beg milady's pardon.

I'm sorry, Lana. I said a woman. Not a stevedore who lost his hand in a stevedoring accident and then got a hand transplant from an actual bear!

When we get home, first thing, we are bingewatching SchoolHouse Rock.

Apache! Helicopter! We should sell those, cause I'm rapper

Cherlene: Who the hell drilled my box?
Archer: So we're just done with phrasing, right, that's not a thing anymore?

Archer Quotes

KGB (Crenshaw): This may be old cliche, but... we have ways of making you talk.
Archer: What, your little go-kart battery?
KGB (Crenshaw): Golf cart.
Archer: Whatever. Would you pick an accent and stick with it?

It's like my brain's a tree and you're those little cookie elves.

Archer