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Clips from Archer - Animation (S02E02)

Short Films 2009 Season 2, Episode 6 7 min 440 clips

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I can't hear you...
PAM: Come on. GILLETTE: Suck it, women.
- Come render the salad unto Caesar. - Yeah.
- Yes. - We're still in the lead.
[PEOPLE CHUCKLING]
LANA: How could he not? He's Cyril.
Come on, gals. Pammy Pam is buying.
We just work together. Oh, hello.
- At ISIS, you said? - L...
And thank you.
Would you shut up?
Great. Now he's gonna be moping around...
...like Droopy Dog on downers for the day.
[ARCHER CHUCKLES]
- Ha-ha-ha. - Do you think this is funny?
LANA: Oh, come on. CHERYL: Seriously?
I think.
[COMPUTER PIRATE TALKS INDISTINCTLY]
Anyway, I loaded that into the mainframe...
Cyril, I got that specially for you...
George, why is there money in there?
Too good, that's the problem.
Wait, what kind of risk?
Not from this. It's just a cute little pirate.
- But... - Trust me, it's for the greater good.
...into a sentient being.
- This one. - Ugh.
What? It's just a little cartoon pirate.
- Well, is it or isn't it? - I don't know.
COMPUTER PIRATE: Hunch, hunch.
Same thing in a tornado.
KRIEGER: Don't.
So, hey, how about I take a crack?
Great.
[GROANS]
[COMPUTERS CRASHING]
Who am I, Elisha Otis?
- Probably holding it wrong. - Yeah.
LANA: Would you please... - Buh-buh-buh-buh!
God damn you all to hell!
...to whoever is behind this foul deed...
And probably killed.
PAM: Really? GILLETTE: Am I on that list?
Also from X-Men. Remember?
Right here. Like, one second ago.
- Look... - Take the money back.
...it has a consequence.
Okay, what if I get you the 50 million?
Archer. Hey, so, uh, you busy?
You, Cyril, are a ******* idiot.
- How much did he pay you? - Fif... Forty thousand?
...like, 3000 on new suits and shoes and...
L... You have a shoemaker?
Or minutes. Look, I'm a little busy.
Getting back in the old dating game.
A big spritz of knockout gas?
- Aah! Damn it, Cyril. - Remember to channel it.
Yeah, but now she doesn't have a...
Oh, come on.
Sorry in advance for this.
That crunching noise?
CYRIL: Channel it, Archer. ARCHER: Cyril!
- I'm warning you. - Shoot him, Cyril. But just him.
Pretty demanding sport, pretty tough on the glutes.
Holy shit.
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
Well, technically, I won it, but...
So do you have to tell anybody?
[ARCHER EXHALES]
ARCHER: I am the target.
I am the target.
- I am the target. LANA: Ugh!
Then go already! Bag with which one douches.
- Sorry, what's that? - Miss it.
CYRIL: All right. ARCHER: Over the sound...
LANA: Come on. PAM: Really?
...of my deafening awesomeness.
- Oh, my God, I hate him so much. - What a dick.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Uh-uh.
- Check it out. Look. - Well, yeah, but just by one.
- And? - And Cyril's got three throws left...
...to get two measly points... - Ha, ha. Yeah.
...for the win. - Exactly.
[WOMEN LAUGHING]
- Are you shitting me? - Will you shut up?
- Ignore him. ARCHER: Oh, my God.
- Maybe it's in your vagina, right? - What is?
Come on, Cyril. What's the matter?
- Can't perform under pressure? - I...
Uh...
O-N-O...
...M- O-T-O...
Pee?
Jeezy Petes.
[PEOPLE LAUGHING]
ARCHER: You idiot. How could you miss that?
Way to go, Chokely Carmichael.
Pam. Pam, wait up.
- Really? - No.
It's a catch-22.
The amount of alcohol I'd need...
...would literally kill me. - Dick.
My record's three.