- Mr. Deadly: As I said, doomsday device, designed by a race to whom mutual destruction was preferrable to defeat. I was hidden away on the edge of space, but the war I was created to end in fiery apotheosis concluded without me. So, there I remained, my only companions: the velvety dark and solitude itself.
- Sterling Archer: And then?
- Mr. Deadly: I got bored, so I nabbed you out of hyperspace to help me explode, at which point, I'll atomize a few dozen solar systems.
- Cheryl Tunt: [giggling and fanning herself with her hand] Who else is turned on right now?
- Sterling Archer: So what's the plan here? Stuff him in a cargo hold and bug out?
- Lana Kane: No, then he just blows up a bunch of other people. We can make this work, if we just find something he likes enough to live for.
- Sterling Archer: Oh, my god! You always have to fix people, don't you? This is why our marriage didn't work.
- Lana Kane: Really? It wasn't the fact that you slept with everything on two legs.
- Sterling Archer: Hmm... not always two.