Archer: “Wait a minute. Didn’t we shoot that guy?”
Mallory: “Oh, who remembers?”
Last night’s episode was the funniest of the season so far. Pam…skinny Pam with huge rack…we like Pam.
Wait…are we not saying “Phrasing” anymore?
Agreed. This was definitely a step up from ‘How do they lose more coke’. Krieger got a lot showtime as well. The lab coat with multiple dart guns had me cracking up.
This was easily the best episode of the season. I’ll definitely watch it again as I’m sure there were a lot of lines I missed.
It had three things I love:
1: Krieger
2: Cyril actually being competent
3: Charlene talking about her crazy/racist ass family. For some reason I’m a bit surprised they actually had her call the maids “colored” without anyone making comment of it.
Yes, definitely better. Loved the reveal of Krieger’s multiple dart guns.
“Relax, twenty years is just going to be the Bac-Os on our prison salad.”
“What’s this door made of, mithril?”
:: affectionate chuckle :: “Godspeed, you meddling kids.”
I am apparently backwards-man: I nearly turned off the second episode of this season of Sherlock because it was just a clip show loosely stitched together with a wedding speech, and I found this episode of Archer decidedly meh. Chuckles, sure, but Archer used to be the kind of show that I’d miss lines because I was laughing so hard.
My favorite running gag of this episode was the decimal conversions between pounds and kilos, different currencies, and even the percentages of coke lost. It sounded to me like everyone used three significant digits.
Pounds… Sterling?
Exactly, as in ‘Doctor Who’ money.
I loved the Hulk references, followed by Pam running around in torn purple pants.
I love the kind of throwaway stuff, like Lana asking Archer, “How have you never tried yogurt?!” A shout-out to Thomas Corwin Mendenhall and Minitel and the fact that Archer has no idea about the different kinds of porn. Very excellent episode.
I laughed at Pam hosing down the cocaine and whistling offhandedly.
and Cheryl/Charlene saying to Lana…“so now YOU’RE the fat one?”
Who are you, Thomas Corwin Mendenhall?
“I learned it by watching you!”
“Bondage porn? Is that really a thing?”
Subtley brought in was Archer’s psuedo-savant ability to make lots of calculations in his head. In particular between metric and English. They didn’t lampshade it, but he did it a few times.
*tit bondage porn
I stand, ahem, corrected.
FBI: No one here was shot by the Yakuza.
Mallory: I think we’d remember that.
FBI: Then what’s his problem.
Chorus: Vasectomy. Piles. Gout. Mumps. Gout-mumps.
Kreiger: Progeria. <sniff> He’s just a little boy.