08x07 - Archer Dreamland: Gramercy, Halberd!

[bunniefuu]

(dramatic music)

So, uh, what're we...

How the hell
are you walking around?

I'm sorry. Should I not be?
(chuckles)

(chuckles) Are you... Wait,
are you kidding, or...

Archer! Archer,
you shut your mouth!

- Because seriously, if you're not...
- Archer!

You need to go rustle up a dime
and call Robert g*dd*mn Ripley.

Wait a minute!
I know that voice...

So you're saying when I drive
this truck out of here,

you'd prefer I drove over
your head, not your ankles.

Wait, what? No, no.
No, I meant...

I know what you meant.

BARRY: Agh!

Ow!

You!
You turned me into a freak!

(chuckling) I think you might be
confusing me with your personal shopper.

- My what?
- (chuckling) What're you wearing?

You look like...
(grunts)

Ugh!

Ya like that? Archer?

(groans) No.

'Cause that's the best
you're gonna feel

for the rest of your short life!

And as for you, Poovey...

Bop, bop, bop,
bop, bop, bop, bop!

What, you don't want Figgis

and ol' Lenny here
to know you were...

You're under arrest, Dutch!

You have the right
to remain silent!

- (cocks g*n)
- Or get sh*t in the face!

Go nuts.

(sighs)
Your funeral.

Wait, no, no, no, no, no, no...

(g*nshots)

- Oww!
- Son of a...

- No, no, no, no...
- Stop it!

- Ow!
- I mean...

(laughing) You know the
definition of insanity?

You!
You're the definition! You!

Uh, that was rhetorical,
shitheel!

The definition of insanity is...

- Suppressing fire!
- (g*nshots)

- Oww!
- What'd ya, eat a buncha magnets?

Seriously.

Doing the same thing
over and over

and expecting
a different result.

- (Figgis whimpers)
- Oh, for... That's the ransom money!

- The what?
- And my bag! Which, again, was a gift! Aargh!

Isn't that right, Trexler?
Trexler?

Archer!

Agh!

We gotta, we gotta,
gotta get out,

we gotta get out,
we gotta get out, we...

He's gonna, he's gonna,
we gotta...

You're not a vegetarian,
are you?

we gotta, we gotta, we...
What? Ngh!

- Snap out of it.
- Ow, Jesus, that hurt.

- (chuckles) Right?
- Ow! Come on, I snapped already!

I know. I know.
That one was just for me.

(opening theme plays)

Ow!

And that one was

for the Chinese ladies.

Yeah, so about that...

BARRY:
Trexler!

- You were saying?
- Uh, never mind!

You gotta get me outta here!
You saw him, he's invincible!

But how? He's like...

He's a g*dd*mn robot!

Aah! At the risk
of another meatslap,

you're kind of an assh*le.

Woooooo!
(grunts, laughs)

(grunts)

(laughs)
Oh, man.

Huh. Ngh!

Jesus Christ!

- He ain't gonna help you!
- LANA: Grab the gimp.

Hang on, lemme try something.

We tried that!
Grab the gimp!

Woooo! Yeah!

- Now go, go, go!
- Oh! (laughs)

BARRY: Aren't ya gonna
stay for supper?

- I don't think I could eat.
- Will that hold him?

It's three inches of solid...
Oh sh*t!

- Damn!
- You see.

(Barry laughs)

What the...

Jesus! He's some kinda robot!

(Barry laughs)
Oh, I'll say.

- Yikes!
- Ah-haa!

Ha-haa!

BARRY:
Um...

- I mean...
- BARRY: Oops!

(goofy, maniacal giggling)

Go! Go!

What do you mean, a robot?

I mean, I know a guy
who knows a guy,

who knows a guy who knows a...

- Guy?
- n*zi scientist...

- What?
- Former! I guess. I don't know.

Anyway, the guy
is a bona fide mad scientist.

(thunderclap)

(long, building, maniacal laugh)

Ahem. Or is that just affected
and weird?

And you're telling me this crazy
n*zi can turn people into robots?

Yes! With metal bones!
Motor oil for blood!

Like the, the Tin Man!

- Okay, A, the Tin Man's not a robot...
- The Tin Man is a...

A magical being! Like a leprechaun,
Pinocchio, an enchanted nutcracker.

Whatever!
He doesn't have a heart!

Just like that
sick bastard out there!

He k*lled my guys!
(sniffles)

Mike.

- Fat Mike.
- Aw!

It's all your fault!

- What?
- You're the one who crushed his g*dd*mn ankles!

Uh, rescuing innocent women from
a lifetime of sexual sl*very!

- Like a meddling assh*le!
- Wh...?

But, uh, get me out of here alive, and the
ransom money, we'll call it even, okay?

- Uh, we're way more than even.
- Wh...? How do you figure?

Because your final thought on this
earth wasn't about how my g*n tasted.

Fair enough.

Right.
Okay, how's my face look?

It's good.
How's it feel?

- Hmm. Honestly, not that bad.
- What's that, codeine?

Yeah, mixed with some dexedrine.

(chuckling) "The Adventures
of Dex and Cody."

Let me ask you,
should you be doing that?

(mocking voice)
"Should you be doing that?"

Actually no, probably not.

Come on, move it!
What're you, hourly?

I mean...

Is it just me, or is it cold?

- It's you.
- Well, your shock.

Just checking.

He needs a hospital!

- No sh*t.
- Easy!

- Well?
- I think I own one.

That's great.
Where are your keys?

Applejack drove...

- What?
- What.

Keys, idiot!

Mmm...

Eww! Son of a...

I'm priapic!
From the shock!

Shock doesn't cause priapisms!

- Sickle-cell anemia?
- No.

Then I can only assume
I was bitten

by a Brazilian wandering spider.

- Ew!
- Ow!

I bet they fell out
in the house.

Oh, dammit!
Can you hotwire it?

Why're you asking me?

Because you know all that sh*t

about putting breakfast
in the radiator!

- What?
- For a leak. Potatoes, an egg...

That's pretty common knowledge.

- No, it's not.
- Also pepper.

- Can you hotwire it?
- No.

CYRIL:
Nobody can.

Because it's English
and it's stupid,

with a bunch of
stupid English wires.

(annoyed sigh)

(annoyed sigh)

I don't have time for this sh*t!

Not if that crazy Kraut was on the
level about that Factor-K sh*t.

And also...
I've lost track of time!

(crash)

- What was that?
- (crash)

Sounds like somebody's
smashing up all your sh*t.

With a halberd.

BARRY:
Woooooooo!

Yeah. Can't have anything nice.

- That halberd was pretty nice.
- (crash)

Yeah, was.
And why are we going up?

(grunts)

- Something's not right.
- CHERYL: I'll say.

I didn't think it was possible,
but somehow being kidnapped

is even more boring
than my mother's funeral.

I meant with Archer
and the ransom!

- Still, though.
- Mr. Zerk.

Rgh?

If the wheels
end up coming off this thing,

obviously
I'll need you to... tie up

all the remaining loose ends.

(sighs)

(blows raspberry)

I wonder what could've
gone wrong.

(grunts)

Son of a bitch.

Is the parking brake off?

- Oh.
- Goddammit.

- Sorry.
- Will you hurry up?

He's not lookin' too good!
You're lookin' real good.

(groans)

But try that hard-on sh*t
with me,

I'll kick
your d*ck off your body.

Ahem. Fair enough.

(grunting)

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on!

Oh, shut up,
you were gonna ditch me!

- Yeah, and it woulda served you right!
- How?

Oh, don't play dumb with me!

That crazy robot was just
about to finger you

for stealing Trexler's whores!

- Wait, what?
- Finger who? Ow!

That was Archer! What the hell would
I want with a buncha Chinese broads?

(long inhale)

(long exhale)

(sniffles)
Okay, okay.

Jeez. Knock it off!

Maybe they got us
some new diapers.

(gurgles)

(inhales, sighs)

Ya know?

I wasn't implying you kept them.

Wait, hang on, did you...

Are we gonna stand here
all night yanking our g*dd*mn...

- genitals?
- Yes, where did we land on that?

- Ugh!
- Hey, my keys!

I mean...

Right? What are the odds?

Because, assh*le,
if we hadn't gone upstairs

we wouldn't be... whatever!

- Shinnying.
- Exactly!

Exactly.
And this is the last place

- he'd ever think to look for us, so...
- BARRY: Hey, guys!

- Wha...?
- (gasps)

(cackles)

Oh, wow!

BOTH: Oh, sh*t!

(both grunt)

And you're sure
you can drive a stick?

(imitates Groucho Marx): As
long as I can find the manual!

(weak laugh)

- Hospital!
- Okay, jeez, I'm going!

(imitates Marx):
Guess I better not stall.

(weak laugh)

Uh, this is a cigar.

Go!

And since Archer was kind enough

to leave his keys
in the ignition... get in!

- Umm...
- We'll just take my car.

No, actually,
you'll come with me!

- To where?
- What? My headquarters!

What, like some drag club?

For the...
I'm not a tr*nsv*stite!

I'm a treasury agent!

BOTH: What?

And you two are under arrest.

BOTH: What?

Kidnapping,
conspiracy to commit kidnapping,

grand larceny... oh,
and while we're on the subject,

I'll go ahead
and take the ransom money.

Well, you say that...

Hey, whoa, whoa!

Well. Looks like we've got
ourselves a Mexican standoff.

Oh, does it now?

- Yes.
- Poovey!

Oh, right.

Wh...? Not at me, you idiot!
At her!

Yeah, she doesn't have
the money.

Oh, you have got to be kidding!

- Poovey, put the g*n down.
- Right?

BOTH: Shut up.

Listen to me,
you testify against him,

the judge'll go easy on you,
and you're out in like...20 years!

- What?
- I meant months!

Nice try, Elliot Mess!

Now hand over the dough, Figgis.

(Archer and Trexler yelling)

- What the...?
- Whatever this is we don't have time for it!

Excuse me!
I am effecting an arrest!

Great, while you're at it
arrest him!

Who?

(roars)

(grunts)

(engine starts)

(chuckling) If for nothing
else, that outfit.

(giggling)

Now where do you think
you're going?

Nowhere, apparently!

- Will you get the hell off me?
- I should drive!

- Why should you possibly drive?
- Why should you drive?

Because A, it's my car,
and B, you're a woman!

Hopefully. Now move!

(grunts)

- Whoa!
- Nice!

- Holy sh*t!
- Right? Actually...

(all exclaiming)

Um...

(grunts)

(all exclaim)

(chuckles)
Eat a d*ck, Gort.

- (thud)
- What the... Oh, come on.

Oh, damn it!

Hey, we should go to a drive-in!

Whoa!

- What?
- Whoa!

(laughing)

For the love of God, man,
do something!

(Barry laughing)
Yeah.

Oh, damn it!

Whoa!

- Hang on...
- BARRY: I am!

Not you! Idiot.

Whoa! (grunts)

Woooooo!!

BARRY: Archer!

Ha ha! Holy sh*t!

- Did you see that?
- Yeah.

Yes, hurray,
and now can you drive us all

to the federal building
downtown.

Uh, okay.
And why would I do that?

Uh, because you're all
under arrest.

- Oh, yeah, what was up with that?
- She's a T-man!

Okay, but I'm almost positive that's, you
know, like an insulting term, for...

For the last time!
I am not a tr*nsv*stite!

Well, probably
not the last time, but...

- I am a treasury agent!
- What?

And, again,
you are all under arrest!

How is that so g*dd*mn funny?

Oh, my God... because...

That!

Oh, yeah?
Well, how about that?

Yeah!
That's what I thought!

(weary sigh)
Not that, dummy...

(motorcycle engine revs)

- That.
- LANA: Seriously?

♪ ♪

He is immortal!

I'm starting to think
you guys don't wanna hang out!

Can somebody...

Suppressing fire!

(g*n clicking)

Wait, were those blanks?

Jesus Christ, Figgis,
you couldn't suppress a cough!

Yes, I could!

I... I apologize,
I stand corrected.

Ow! Goddammit, woman!

Do you have any idea
how bad that is...

Ow!

(Barry laughs)

I swear to God,
if I have to stop this car...

Good idea! Here, lemme give you
a hand with that!

Woooooooo!

Jesus!
Can somebody, please, sh**t him?

- Um...
- Goddammit.

- I'm out.
- Yep.

- I obviously am.
- Me too.

Oh, my God.
Okay, take the wheel!

- Take the what?
- The wheel!

And put your foot on the gas!
I'm gonna jump on the bike!

(laughing)
Yeah!

- No, you're not!
- Yes, I am!

Big man! Feelin' froggy!

- Dammit!
- Drive the car, you assh*le!

- I can do it!
- No, you can't!

It's, like, my signature move!

And here I thought
your signature move

was blowing your load
all over a woman's dress

during foreplay!

- Wow.
- Right?

- BARRY: Totally.
- (chuckles)

I mean, would you not just die?

Okay, you know what?

- Whoa!
- Archer!

What the...

Yeah, laugh it up... laughers!

And since you like jokes
so g*dd*mn much...

No, no, no, no, no, no...

No!

(grunts)

- Whoa.
- (giggles)

Whoa!

ARCHER: (giggles)
Jorge...

did you hear the one about...

- Oh, my God!
- (tires screech)

- Archer, wait!
- Or the one about...

Jesus Christ!

- Archer!
- Or, here's one! Knock knock!

Who's there?
Interrupting cow.

Interrupting cow...

Typical! Typical!
Typical! Typical! Typical!

What could possibly

have been typical about that?

- Me! I always do sh*t like this!
- Like what?

All I wanted to do was find out
who k*lled my partner Woodhouse,

and the next thing I know I've
disappeared up my own assh*le

and I'm manumitting sex slaves
and grossly abusing corpses

and trying to source a finger for
some weird psychosexual kidnapping,

and then, to top off
all the bullshit,

getting chased
by g*dd*mn robots!

I mean, (bleep) halberds,

Jesus Christ.

Wait, wait, wait, what was that?

- Halberds!
- No, no, no, no, did you...

You said your partner's name
was Woodhouse?

Yeah, why?

Woodhouse,
the dope-fiend detective.

What... You... Yes! Why?

Because, and I'm sorry kid, I don't
know how to break this to you, but...

But what?

Mother k*lled Woodhouse.

What?