Posted: 6/2/2013 6:55:15 PM EDT
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Shit snacks.
Watching Archer on Netflix, started at S1 E1 and now on S2 E7. No matter how many times I watch it, it never gets old. 
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Sterling Archer: Come on, get me drunk enough and I might have sex with you. Pam: Really? Sterling Archer: No. It's a catch-22. The amount of alcohol I would need would literally kill me. Pam: Dick. Except once he got a whole lotta Pammy, he couldn't quit. 
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Season 2 ep 8-9 with the Archer/cancer story arc were my favorites. If you've had cancer, it's even funnier. Archer: Seriously, these potato-heads have got to be the unsexiest mob of all time. Paddy3: You know who you're messin' with, boy-o? You have any idea who our boss is? Archer: Nope. But 100 people surveyed, number one answer's on the board. Name the douchebag who's in charge! Paddy3: Vincent. Van Go-fuck-yourself. Archer: Hm. Vincent Van Go-fuck-myself... Survey says! *blam* Paddy1: Oh Christ! Lana: Jesus! Archer! Archer: What, Lana!? I said it was a rampage! Lana: Still though. Paddy3: You son of a whore! Archer: Save it for the fast money round, Paddy. *to Paddy2* 100 people surveyed, number one answer still on the board! Name the douchebag who's in charge! Ah-ah! Need an answer! Paddy2: *spits* Archer: Hm. Cock-flavored spit. Well, you never know what's gonna be on the board! Let me see "cock-flavored spit"! *blam* Archer: Guys, that's two strikes. One more and the innocent Honduran janitors get a chance to steal the bank! I'm just assuming you guys don't actually know what goes on here. I hope that doesn't sound racist. *to Paddy1* Okay, kid. Lana: He is a kid, Archer. So-- Archer: Lana, you're in the isolation booth! |