Now who's laughing, Mr. Hooks-for-hands!
Now who's laughing, Mr. Hooks-for-hands!
And that's why we can't have nice things.
Okay, we're off to get our scrotums waxed!
The IRS? Jesus! How many Irish gangs are there?
Cyril, c'mon. Worst case scenario, her cover got blown and Skorpio's raping her senseless before he chops her battered corpse up into fish food.
Was that so hard, Count Snackula?
Can you close your eyes? It feels like I’m banging tail-lights on a country road.
That's just great. She gets dinner and Dixieland and laid. And I get mosquitoes and no beer and... not laid. How could this get any... [alligator surfaces and growls] LET ME FINISH... worse. You ruined it. You ruined the moment.
And?
Screw them! Especially Cheryl; I hope you kidnap the trout out of her.
Bloody Mary, blessed are you among cocktails. Pray for me now in the hour of my death, which I hope is soon. Amen.
never let this die! season four starts next month!
Pam: After this, I am going to go home, watch Hooper and masturbate until my fingers bleed.
Cheryl: Just tape them up!
Archer:[/b] And just who might my dad be?
Malory:[/b] Gene Krupa, no wait... not Krupa... the other one, the one with Teeth......Buddy Rich.
Archer:[/b] (shocked) What?
Malory:[/b] I could never say no to a drummer.
Archer:[/b] (furious) COULD YOU SAY NO TO ANYONE!!?
(Malory vicously slaps him across face and glares)
Malory:[/b] (glowering) I said no to plenty.
Rip: "You just killed like ten pirates."
Archer: "Wow, if the five-year-old me knew that, he’d get a huge boner."
Archer:[/b] [to Pam] I'll throw these doughnuts on the ground so you can pretend they're marbles and you're a hungry hungry... [Pam abruptly shuts the door on Archer] ...hungry hippo.