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Clips from Archer - Animation (S08E08)

Short Films 2009 Season 8, Episode 6 7 min 454 clips
Are we just jumping right into this, or...
(muffled grunt)
Grnk!
Did someone named Gurnk take it?
- (muffled): Uh-huh. - Damn it.
- Uh-uh! - Palm... hand...
Oh. Ooh! Handwriting! Handwriting!
- (muffled yelling, gagging) - Paper.
- (muffled) Uh-huh. - Damn it!
Hard surface.
(muffled gagging)
I'll have to mail somebody your foot.
- Ew. - You don't know the half of it.
Oh, just let him go.
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Hang on. (gulping)
Common misconception. Frankenstein was the doctor
Oh, I think that goes without saying.
...shut up... must've brought the cops,
go get it!
I haven't slept in, like, literally four days, so...
Chang Poovey.
Oh, Peng! Oh, he overcame dyslexia! (sobbing)
- You, on the other hand... - Wha... What about me?
No, just, you know, you said "suicide."
And?
(laughing) Oh, come on!
For all we know, those were Trexler's guys!
(off-kilter footsteps)
Throw me out of a goddamn car,
Ahem.
Can I... help you?
Commandeering this vehicle.
They did have one... Alaska P. Davidson...
Well, then, you're in the minority.
Yeah, speaking of, uh...
- of the Internal Revenue Service. - (laughing)
- Uh, ever heard of Al Capone? - Seriously?
Well, he died in prison thanks to the IRS.
After all, she was supposed to be
helping me find Woodhouse's killer.
Hey, I said, "Right?" Oh, Jesus,
Better take one of these codeines.
- (crunching) - Mm. Well, or two, maybe.
- Black pepper? - No, Trinette's concussion!
Huh? Oh. No, dummy.
Whaaat?
Bull... shit.
Aw, come on. That's common knowledge.
Well, okay, then. I... (sighs)
Good evening, ladies.
(sighs) Why are you here, Mr. Vandertunt?
In the hope the kidnappers left my bag behind.
Well, then, that's where we're going.
before Archer comes back with that ransom money.
You make being kidnapped just awful.
(locks clicking)
- Did you go home and change? - I did, yes.
it means they empty their bladder and bowels.
- What, the potato compart... - No.
- Spud box? - No!
- Tater hutch. - Rrrrrgh!
Can we eventually get to Trexler's?
Huh. Now, why would the door be open?
Maybe he's got a selfish partner
- (cocks gun) - Oh, go ahead.
- Blow it off! - (shushing)
- (whispers): Oh. - (cocks gun)
how do you feel about role-playing...
No, you lumpy little pervert!
I can get the money and get Figgis murdered.
Whoa. I...
No, dummy. You just got here. Hey!
Come on, Archer. Get your shit together.
Door wide open, none of Trexler's goons around?
- But also... (sniffing) - (cocks gun)
Park behind them.
I'm not staying out here with him.
- Oh, my God! This place is amazing! - (chuckles)
And loud. Now, shut up and...
(spooky voice): Only some of which are sinister.
You are so lucky I don't have a silencer.
There's just so few of them who are friendly.
Casper?
(groans)
Was that a lighter? Can we smoke?
- It's medicinal. - (distant running footsteps)
- Give what a rest? - Oh, my God. Look,
but I know burnt pubes when I smell 'em!
That's not very Casper-y.
- And why the hell are you here? - That's it?
- She means "transvestite." - I'm...
- What? - I am not a...
Believe me, I know.
- Aha! - Where's the money?
- Really? - No! - Aw.
Figgis, get your ass out here!
- So... - Well, the main thing is the bag, bud.
- Where anything can happen to it. - Oh, right.
- (cocks gun) - Do you?
- Were you gonna say a werewolf? - No.
- (Trexler wailing) - (all gasp, exclaim)
- Holy shit! - That's Trexler!
(exclaiming in disgust)
(chuckling)
Now, then, I assume I have your undivided attention?
like a kitten with a million dollars.
- Grnk! - Well? I'm waiting.
- (muffled yelling) - Well?
I've got all night. And he's hourly, so...
- (muffled gagging) - Oh! Oh, he wants the check.
- (muffled gagging continues) - No, I think a pen.
Palm reader.
There's a nice way to do that.