Lana: Excuse me, I am effecting an arrest!
Archer: Great, while you're at it, arrest him.
[Dutch Dylan shouts and jumps out of top story window]
Archer: [chuckles] ...if for nothing else, that outfit.
Lana: [to Poovey] Can you hotwire it?
Cyril: Nobody can, because it's English and it's stupid, with a bunch of stupid English wires.
Now I have no liquor. Just a big fat pair of blue lady balls.Lana
(to his cat) If I wanted your asshole on my mouth, I'd do it while you were asleep!Krieger
Dutch Dylan/Barry: Feels pretty good, huh, Dutch?
Dutch Dylan/Barry: Yes it does, other-Dutch. Yes it does.
Archer: How much of that did you hear?
Lana: Depends. What's your angle, Seamus?
Archer: (chuckles) Well, probably about 30 degrees.
[background rim shot]
Ray: (in background) Diminishing returns, Cliff!
Cyril/Figgis: As the Lord our God Himself is my witness, upon the conclusion of my current business, I shall return to this place, and visit upon you an apocalypse of such terror and destruction that you will rue, RUE, the very fact of your miserable birth!!
Coroner: (munches on hot dog) I'll be here!
Are you kidding? Dreamland has a whole goddamn Nazi robot farm in the basement. In THIS economy!Dutch Dylan/Barry
Hey! Who keeps leaving the goddamn seat down?Poovey
Charlotte/Cheryl: You're not planning to blindfold me and hide me in a bomb shelter with limited oxygen and send my family cryptic notes about how to find me in a race against time for my life?
Mother/Malory: Who are you, collective pseudonym Carolyn Keene?
Mother/Malory: Who would go through all that trouble?
Charlotte/Cheryl: Johann Schmidt, a.k.a The Red Skull in my Nazi kidnap/rape fantasy.
Archer: Lana! I mean, Ms. Kane.
Lana: Lana is fine.
Archer: I'll say.
Lana: You'll say what?
Archer: Uhhh, nothing?
Lana: Ahhh, a man of mystery.
Figgis: Why do you constantly bring that up?
Poovey: What, Archer hammering your wife?
Poovey: In her flaps?
Poovey: [shrugs and mumbles] I dunno.