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Clips from Archer - Animation (S04E04)

Short Films 2009 Season 4, Episode 9 7 min 361 clips

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- What do you think you're doing? - My job, Lana.
Yeah, posing. And I'm drunk on nuptial bliss.
Odd choice of dying words.
I don't question your commitment to the mission...
Can't we do both? Can't you shut up?
Can't you put a price tag on freedom?
Not if we're buying it as a condo.
Lana.
What? I'm sorry.
Pam, they are on--
She'd rather have sex with you.
Why? What'd she say?
Cyril, duh, they have all kinds.
And I have to direct-deposit the annual bonuses.
L... Oh, you are...
Lana. Okay, I'm going with you.
Ugh. What's lame, Archer?
Then passing out on the bed, totally naked, for a...
...during the coming nuclear winter. Ugh.
Excuse me?
Oh, yes, I remember now.
Yes, yes. It's all fine.
I am literally going to kill him.
Are they doing it? Are they banging?
That's what she was screaming at you.
Oh, God. Were you raised in a barn?
Because he has no buttons. He's buttonless.
Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Tunt. Did that hurt?
Yeah, why not?
Go online and check your bank account.
He said, sarcastically. Phone.
Okay. Jesus, keep your voice-- Whoa.
Oh, my God. Archer, that was--
A $90 manicure, I know.
Making a-- Stain on the sidewalk?
Decision. So--
And again, excuse me? There is no excuse for you.
So my first command, as agent in command...
...she said commandingly, is--
I'm Lana." Okay, you know what?
What? No, no, no. Archer, don't.
...getting Tom Dempsey'd in the tits. Ooh. Archer...
Silence!
Oh, we don't shoot you. After mission finish...
Wow! Okay, so since we're being racist--
On as in "on" on.
Oh, my God. We've got to do something.
Me? Lana, you're the agent in command. Archer?
How did--? You have any idea how many times...
So...?
No. Nobody's doing anything.
Ugh. That's what you get for eating elk.
Suppressing fire extinguisher!
Is that--? Cyril?
Lana, wait!
Okay, now we can go. You know... Go! Unh!
They will be. Raves make everybody horny.
And this is for the Pueblo. Unh! Aah!
No. Jesus.
What was that all about?
God knows you earned it.
I mean, you can't put a price tag on freedom.
...rangeless.
Ugh. I wish. I know. Soon.
Enjoy your stay...? Oh, right. Sorry.
I apologize, madame, but-- For what, Dunkirk?
Or that effeminate yet somehow condescending tone?
No, no, no, I'm-- Embarrassing yourself, dear.
Thank you, Trudy.
Man, this must be killing you.
It's lamb, ding dong, not salmon.
Want some?
Psych.
Okay, first of all, just shut up.
And the old accounting department. What's that?
What are you-- Let's go, bitches! Tiger tranqs!
If you two could go be crazy and horrible elsewhere?
Wait. What? Yeah.
Yeah. Let's go down there. I own that dump.
...but, yeah, let's go with peppercorns. Thank you.