Sterling Archer: Lana... Lana... Lana... LLAANNAA!
Agent Lana Kane: WHAT?
Sterling Archer: ...Danger Zone!
Sterling Archer: There's your bomber.
Malory Archer: Who?
Agent Lana Kane: What?
Sterling Archer: That guy. Beardsely McTurbanhead.
Malory Archer: You idiot. That's Sandu Singh, the billionaire investor. He's a sikh.
Sterling Archer: Oh, so if he's not a Muslim he just gets a pass?
Capt. Lammers: We don't normally drink on the bridge.
Sterling Archer: And I don't normally fly on the Hindenburg 2.0.
Ray Gillette: What's going on?
Lana Kane: The timer sped up!
Ray Gillette: What? Did you cut the green one?
Sterling Archer: Yes. Roger. Steven. Whoever!
Ray Gillette: What were the last two letters?
Sterling Archer: B as in butthole!
Lana Kane: Ray, what do we do here?
Sterling Archer: And M and in mancy.
Ray Gillette: What?
Lana Kane: M as in what?
Sterling Archer: Mancy. What did you think I said?
Ray Gillette: Nancy! You idiot!
Lana Kane: Ray, tell me what to do!
Ray Gillette: So, do ya'll have parachutes?
Lana Kane: No!
Ray Gillette: Well that would be, you know, problem solved.
Lana Kane: Ray!
Ray Gillette: I don't know. Push it off with your big-ass hands! Good luck, honey.
Sterling Archer: Forget about Krause, there's your bomber. That guy, Beardsley McTurban-head.
Malory Archer: You idiot. That's Sandhu Singh, the billionaire investor. He's a Sikh.
Sterling Archer: Oh, so if he's not a Muslim he just gets a pass? Well that's called profiling Mother and I don't do it.
Capt. Lammers: Mr. Singh is a Excelsior's majority shareholder.
Sterling Archer: So.
Capt. Lammers: If anything went wrong with this flight he'd lose millions.
Sterling Archer: It's the perfect cover.
Malory Archer: [Cheryl is lying unconscious in a pool of water] Oh, my God! What the hell happened here?
Pam: Well, she and Cyril were getting it on and Cyril lost it...
Malory Archer: So he killed her?
Pam: No, no. And then Cheryl got all freaked out and, long story short, I had to drown her a little bit.
Malory Archer: So *you* killed her?
Pam: [Cheryl comes to, spluttering water] Apparently not.
Pam: What's the poem going to be about when Cyril snaps and murders you?
Cheryl: I don't know. World's gushiest orgasm?
Agent Lana Kane: [On cell phone] So, what would you say if I told you that your mother made a phony bomb threat just to get a free ride on a blimp?
Sterling Archer: I'd say that's fairly classic her.
Sterling Archer: I'm getting my turtleneck. I'm not defusing a bomb in this!
Cheryl Tunt: Pick one. Either A, I tell Lana what happened on that scratchy green office rug or 2, you get inside me.
Cyril Figgis: Or C, maybe I just jam this mop into the engine and kill all of us.
Cheryl Tunt: I don't think that's how blimps work.
Cyril Figgis: Darn! Right, we just sort of float around. Stupid naturally safe helium.
Cheryl Tunt: But I am liking the jamming imagery. And the killing!
Cyril Figgis: And are you just gonna sit there?
Pam Poovey: Yeah, until she tags me in!
Cyril Figgis: What?
Pam Poovey: I'm kidding. My back's all messed up.
Agent Lana Kane: Can you just get out of the way?
Sterling Archer: What? Are you going to shoot me again?
Agent Lana Kane: Yes!
Sterling Archer: Well then hang on.
[He moves out of her way]
Agent Lana Kane: Cyril's already freaked out enough about us sharing this shoebox without you air drying your unkempt bush!
Sterling Archer: Unkempt bush?
[Someone knocks at the door]
Sterling Archer: Ha, you're one to talk!
Agent Lana Kane: Huh! My vulva is smoother than a veal cutlet
[opens the door and sees Cyril]
Agent Lana Kane: with terrible timing.
Agent Lana Kane: OK then. What did you want to talk about?
Cyril Figgis: Um, well, uh, a lot of stuff really.
[there is a loud explosion]
Cyril Figgis: Starting with the fact that we just bombed Ireland.
Agent Lana Kane: Um, pretty sure that's Wales.
Ray Gillette: Lana? Hey, girl, are you there?
Agent Lana Kane: [On a video link] Yeah, I'm... Hey, can you see me?
Ray Gillette: I see your knock-off Fiacci drawers.
Agent Lana Kane: Ha, ha. You are such a bitch.
Sterling Archer: The whole thing's a bomb. Jesus! Wanna blow us all to shit, Sherlock?
Narrator of Blimp Commercial: All aboard for safety and adventure on the rigid airship Excelsior, where the pampered luxury of a cruise ship meets the smoothness of modern air travel.
Sterling Archer: Jesus! You want to blow us all to shit, Sherlock?
[Archer slaps the face of a man attempting to light a cigarette]
Malory Archer: Sterling!
Capt. Lammers: For the last time, the Excelsior is filled with non-flamable helium!
Sterling Archer: Hey! What'd I tell you, huh? Huh?
[Archer slaps man attempting to light cigarette]
Man Lighting Cigarette: Ow!
[Archer grabs the man and shoves several bills of money in his mouth]
Sterling Archer: There! Go buy a nicotine patch!
Pam Poovey: You're ruining your life, you idiot! And making it hard to drop a deuce.
Pam Poovey: Wow. You are just a dog in a manger.
Cheryl Tunt: I don't know what that means Pam, I didn't grow up on a cheese farm.
Pam Poovey: Oh for the... It's called a dairy.
Pam Poovey: Okay, so Cyril got in over his head.
Malory Archer: Jesus. God, did he kill her?
Pam Poovey: No, no, no. He ran from her to go confess to Lana. But then this one starts freaking out and long story short, I kinda had to drown her in the tub.
Malory Archer: So you killed her?
Pam Poovey: Apparently not, so good news.
Capt. Lammers: We don't normally drink on the bridge.
Sterling Archer: Well I don't normally fly on the Hindenberg 2.0!
Lana Kane: And Cyril doesn't normally storm off without kissing me goodbye!
Sterling Archer: So we're all out of our comfort zone.
Malory Archer: Not me! My stateroom is gorgeous.