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

We all enjoyed this break from him, but Cyril, if you tell him I said this I'll break your freakin' arms, but it's, ugh, Archer Time.

Lana

Sterling Archer, I'd like you to meet your daughter, Abigene.

Lana

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

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

Officer: The First Lady and I are having an affair.
Cyril: Damn, dog! That was my B.

Nothing is over! Nothing! You don't just turn it off!

Cyril

You know how many times I helped a cow give birth in the barn? Plus one time my sister Edie? Well, she couldn't have it in the house! Long story. A long, racist story.

Pam

Krieger: I am a doctor.
Ray & Cyril: No you're not.
Krieger: Well, no, but a student of life.

Lana Kane, you have known me for a long, long time. When have I ever been honest with Sterling?

Malory

That wasn't a brain chip. That was a just a sticker of the backpack of a little Lego spaceman.

Krieger

Lana: Remember when you had cancer?
Sterling: Uhh - vaguely.

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