Sterling Archer: Sorry I can't stay for dinner. I assume that smell is cabbage and not just you two.
Sterling Archer: What? You hear machine guns and decide now's a good time to take out the... oh. Oh, that's groceries. I'm sorry. I thought it was garbage.
Sterling Archer: And, for dessert, we will have the truth! You hear that, mother? After a lifetime of your secrets and lies, we will finally have the truth. Uhh, and also, hopefully, shitloads of vodka.
Sterling Archer: [under torture] I swear, I'm just a Finnish skydiving enthusiast who... shit! Why am I speaking English, with an American accent?
Sterling Archer: I thought they just wanted my hair so their scientists could unlock its luxuriant fullness. Touch it, Barry.