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Clips from Archer - Animation (S03E03)

Short Films 2009 Season 3, Episode 10 7 min 425 clips

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Maybe ever again. Some dry toast?
ARCHER: Then I think I took a cab.
Hang on, wait! Let me see some hands!
Lana and Cyril bailed.
Here. Unless you're a trifling bitch too.
Sweet shitsnacks, look at those!
ARCHER: Oh, my God! That's right!
It's somewhat coming back to me.
Plus, my valet will give you some heroin.
That I was the best sex you ever had? No.
Pam, look at me. I will literally murder you.
Not literally. Yes, literally.
That's 150 gallons...
...of Pam's hot, dirty, ball-slappiney--
And I hoped I would never have to say this...
Hitting on your dead colleague's widow...
...at his own wake! Oh, that.
...sometimes I think that I've failed as a mother.
What? How do you know about that?
What? That's awesome.
And that's awful how?
But you do see one another?
Lana? I'm sorry?
Oh, all right.
I'm kidding, obviously.
Well, he's not staying with me.
Who hunts dogs?
And Barry doesn't like!
Being made an ass, he really doesn't.
And as you can-- Well, it's over there now...
I promised myself I don't cry.
Hey, what was that?
Aw, nice one, other Barry.
Now Jakov's got a 12-hour head start...
Murdering people.
Uh, don't take this the wrong way...
MALORY: Ha-ha-ha! Why that is funny?
And maybe a son.
Maybe. But-- But, so, where is he?
MALORY: You're supposed to be guarding Nikolai!
Uh, a town called work.
Since otherwise he'd kill you?
Yeah, when was, uh...?
So, da, this is a little awkward.
LANA: Any time now.
Just pretend he's like a rabid dog.
...and fif-- Forty thousand bucks in a floor safe.
Only if I can defect too.
I should have been there for you.
How would you know? I know, right?
And my place is currently flooding, so... Hotel.
Damn, no money. Tracksuit, no pockets.
Cross the microchip in my heart.
Heading out?
With Burt Reynolds. We're watching Gator.
PAM: Your place?
But in meantime, you think I will be safe?
CHERYL: Well, here it is. BARRY: Neat.
Can I see your neck a minute? Oh, Barry.
Barry? Barry. Barry.
...who cares if he wants to keep it on the D.L.?
Because who's to say you're not using him for sex?
Goddamn it. What?
Wait for it.
ARCHER: Leave it!
...as he does into those idiot voicemails...
Oh, killing you. Oh.
Ha, ha. Oh, Marmaduke.
Uh, why, what is that?
It can only melt. And when it does--
Spark from fork, gas from stove-- Boom.
And this, this is your master plan? Huh? Heh.
This is just a goof. Later, tater.
Barry? Was here?
Oh, for-- Mother, this isn't voice-mail.
The time is exactly 7:16, and I wish they were...
Duh. Where are you? What's all that...?
What's up? That was, uh... My, uh...
ARCHER: Ugh. Oh, God. Ugh.
No. No eggs, Woodhouse.
Oh, you poor dear.
ALL: Drink, drink, drink!
Who wants chicken and waffles?
How did we bring food in here?
Oh. And also, did we lose some people?
Trifling bitches.
Oh. Oh!
What did I just put inside me?
Thankfully, I didn't have to share.
But she did, she came home with me.