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Clips from Archer - Animation (S03E03)

Short Films 2009 Season 3, Episode 6 7 min 367 clips

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In my work?
Wait a minute, that can't be right.
Heh. I don't even remember who peed on your sofa.
Yeah. So guess what I'm in? Um...
Which this idiot shot to pieces...
...of the gay man as a collegiate cheerleader.
Hello? Hi, it's lacrosse, you lose.
Oh, my God. Okay, first of all...
First of all... Riley, no. Don't say it.
Hmm. What? Don't listen to him.
Noah.
You lying, pathetic, little piece of... Ooh.
Pam.
No, not yet, but this is damn good. I...
No, Mother, I'm a captive of pirates. Unh!
Ray! Now I kill you.
Shit. Lana!
Spoon him! What do you mean, spoon him?
- Today, please! - Unh!
I am incredibly sorry.
How dare you? You can just forget about that ransom.
Tend to the wounded!
Four, idiot. So get your things, we're leaving.
What I don't have, is all day.
And again, I'm just incredibly sorry.
Your exact words, Pam.
Aah! Five-0. Five-0.
Right? Yes, Archer, because if you do this...
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Get some! Get some, you sons of bitches!
Hang on.
What the hell is your problem?
Well, figurative... Yeah, literally.
Oh, my God.
Sterling, I don't know how you did it, but...
But why dwell on that? We're home.
Fairy tale? Uh, phrasing?
What do you mean, Lana hasn't called?
What the hell are you wearing?
That may be the funniest thing you've ever said.
- Thank you. - Oh, shut up.
And then try Lana's sat phone.
Wait, what if Lana's been captured too?
Well, no, Miss Gillette's on her own. Still...
...to say, Swiss bank accounts?
Although, if I was a gambling man...
Cyril! Wha...?
Ugh. Smells like a kennel in here.
Cash reserves, how much do we have?
I'll, uh, need to run those numbers. Heh.
Hurry up, we don't have a minute to lose.
Get off...
...the bucket.
I'm not done. Yes, you are.
But I didn't... You know.
Noah? Yes.
This whole dungeon is, um...
Where that phrase comes from? Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
No mood?
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
Ooh. Or Lana. Lana.
Lana.
Lana! What?
Dungeon. Us. Crab. Huh?
Because we're in a dungeon.
I'm kidding. Crab rangoon.
Noah, seriously, I swear to God, stop.
Anthropologist.
But if you're trying to actually escape...
Well, at least he's trying something.
Yeah, as opposed to the Doublemint Twins.
Missed it by that much. Shut up.
Exactly, and if we get to the radio...
Holy shit. Wha...? What the hell happened to him?
He... Who knows? Maybe he had a brain aneurysm.
No, he... It's the silent killer, Noah.
He just kind of keeled over.
Probably thanks to your bucket-stanch.
Wha...? Excuse me, I didn't even go.
- We're going. One, two, three, down, herd. - Oof.