Malory: Guess how many pygmies died cutting it down? Hint: six.
Who taught you to punch, your husband?Pam
I am literally wet with jealousy.Lana
Archer: What's his name?
Cheryl: Babou, but it should be buyer's remorse. Stupid thing's always sick.
And thanks Pam. Way to drag out a kidnapping. Now I'm late again. But this is a way better excuse than the train dwarf. Yuck.Cheryl
Cheryl: Mopeds are fun but you don't want to let your buddies see you riding one.
Pam: I thought he meant I was fuel efficient. I had only had 10 ten beers.
Pam: NO.... yes.
Pam: Zing! ... Wildly inappropriate.
Krieger: Seriously, Pam.
Pam: Okay, clone wars.
Cyril: Kriegers father's was a Nazi scientist.
Malory: And JFK's father was a bootlegger.
Cyril: What!? That's like comparing apples to Nazi oranges.
Archer: What have I been doing?
Lana: Chain smoking joints the size of tampons.
Lana: Just a figure of speech.
Archer: Still, eww.
She's not gay, she just has big hands.
Well, first of all, you don't have to yell. I don't have ear cancer.
Now shut up and kick in the door for me. And do it bad ass like I would. If I still had toe nails.