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Clips from Archer - Liquid Lunch (S07E07)

"Why? Shut up! Why?"
Archer
"Uh..."
Archer
"Hey, no! Save it for the camera."
Archer
"- Whoa! Son of a... - Jesus!"
Archer
"Well, that's a good question, Lana,"
Archer
""Oh, By The Way, Deep Down, I"
Archer
"Wait! No, no, no! Don't move! We can..."
Archer
"you should've done with Veronica Deane,"
Archer
"Man, I hope not."
Archer
"I mean, maybe it didn't end well for"
Archer
"Yeah, good point. But, funny story,"
Archer
"Oh."
Archer
"nope."
Archer
"Ja! Und Cyril ist Der Falkonmeister!"
Archer
"- No, but... - Then sorry. My hands are tied."
Archer
"No, but for real, though, the CIA"
Archer
"you can't zap somebody's brain with LSD..."
Archer
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Archer
"Ow, ow, ow, ow."
Archer
"I bet you ask guys that a lot."
Archer
"And, also, you have a vagina."
Archer
"Does it involve scraping a CIA asset off the roof of a Datsun Honey Bee?"
Archer
"The break that we're on!"
Archer
"Well, this sure as hell isn't."
Archer
"Scopolamine? Why would I have been?"
Archer
"- Cheryl. - Yes, Doctor."
Archer
"won't make a damn bit of difference!"
Archer
"Yeah, they were kind of oddly sexual."
Archer
"I mean, you... you... you... you hear about it,"
Archer
"Oh, uh, just gave her another spritz."
Archer
"It's okay. I was gonna do that, too."
Archer
"Okay. Now I get it."
Archer
"And it's all about your dong!"
Archer
"Mm, no. We've got a few minutes."
Archer
"Ray! Ray, come in here!"
Archer
"Lana..."
Archer
"in principal photography on that, or..."
Archer
"So, how'd you know this wasn't a combat shotgun,"
Archer
"many of whom, after World War II..."
Archer
"Oh, please! That's merely the tip"
Archer
"And... spoiler alert... nothing is what"
Archer
"Well, that does it, missy!"
Archer
"Uh, we found Lana's diary!"
Archer
"She was, until we made a sizable donation"
Archer
"made that rabbit a vegetable with."
Archer
"- Remember her in Shanghai Moon? - Oh, my God."
Archer
"- Thanks for the champagne. - No, no, no! Wait, wait!"
Archer
"And longer answer... Where's the, uh..."
Archer
"Because I'm pretty sure that all those mental patients"
Archer
"No, but without psychotropic drugs."
Archer
"not affect me in any way whatsoever."
Archer
"I wasn't gonna pay you anyway, so..."
Archer
"do with a movie about three sailors,"
Archer
"Lana, everything the CIA does"
Archer
"- Why are they crawling? - Oh, sorry."
Archer
"- And, gee, I wonder why that is. - Lana!"
Archer
"One."
Archer
"Oh, and how old is Ellis Crane?"
Archer
"Hey, guys, as much as I'm loving this,"
Archer
"- Do you hear that? - What?"
Archer
"I thought she was talking about the"
Archer
"Oh, shut up and come on!"
Archer
"because obviously you can't have a"
Archer
"Look, all that crazy drug stuff was"
Archer
"real goal of Project MK-ULTRA,"
Archer
"and how to defend against, yes?"
Archer
"everybody cool their respective jets."
Archer
"- Eckerd! - Slater!"
Archer
"Oh, and it's a musical?"
Archer
"So, what do you want us to do?"
Archer
"instead of the sandalwood. Right?"
Archer
"us to do, Slater, the answer is no."
Archer
"Wait a minute! I've actually drowned before!"
Archer
"Aaahh!"
Archer
"- to their endowment fund. - Wh... How sizable?"
Archer
"Look, the Soviets were kicking our ass in the Cold War."
Archer
"the CIA force-fed LSD didn't give it!"
Archer
"It's okay. We just wanna talk."
Archer
"Nice try, Krieger. Who am I, the Road Runner?"
Archer
"I assume you're all familiar with The Manchurian Candidate?"
Archer
"the agency could find him, ass, but this is off the books."
Archer
"room 302, under the name "Swenders.""
Archer
"that I shit my sweatpants."
Archer
"- Yep! - Whoa! - What the shit, man?"
Archer
"I don't think she wanted to hear about how you've been struggling"
Archer
"Hinkins! Hinkins, wait! Damn it!"
Archer
"- Move, move, move, move! - Who died and made you hall monitor?"
Archer
"That was your plan?"
Archer
"Huh. Well, the good news is..."
Archer
"- It's got real bullets and everything. - I..."
Archer
"You spritz me?"
Archer
"Any questions, little Miss Blintzen?"
Archer
"genuine feelings for Veronica Deane."
Archer
"24-hour shore leave in New York?"
Archer
"So, questions? Comments?"
Archer
"Oh, my God, even a baby knows that."
Archer
"- Wait, what? - Yes! He said everybody."
Archer
"Man, Veronica Deane."
Archer
"Well, apparently you're not."
Archer
"Where? Show me. I wanna see it. Where?"
Archer
"Ugh! Why? Shut up! Why?"
Archer
"with, say, five rounds in the tube?"
Archer
"Wait! No, no! No! No!"
Archer
"You give up your buddy just because some"
Archer
"Gee, I don't know. Training?"
Archer
"Yeah, right? Pretty great."
Archer
"bungle the invasion of Cuba first?"
Archer
"mature conversation about this."
Archer
"For 's sake!"
Archer
"Oh, I'll tell you what we're doing."
Archer
"The one that shit in my mouth."
Archer
"especially if you weren't exposed to"
Archer
"Well, short term, anyway."
Archer
"Ow, ow, ow, ow."
Archer
"Or your goddamn brain chips, like you"
Archer
"Paging Dr. Freud! Dr. Sigmund"
Archer
"so one more beardy son of a bitch like you"
Archer
"- Well, let me tell you something, Herr Doktor! - Oh!"
Archer
"I killed seven Krauts with a shovel,"
Archer