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I’m getting my turtleneck. I’m not defusing a bomb in this! You little, you sack of shit. I dumped you because you’re dragging around a 35-year-old umbilical cord! So, thanks for nothing Carol. Now, I have to break into ISIS headquarters—in a $900 turtleneck. And if it gets ruined, I’m going to make you drink heavy cream, you … Carol., 6I have to go, but if I find one dog hair when I come back I’ll rub sand into your dead little eyes. I also need you to buy sand. I don’t know if they grade it, but … coarse. Idiots doing idiot things, because they’re idiots. Woodhouse, we got any lube? Like even olive oil at this point would … help me get that drawer unstuck. You know, I bet there’s a lesson to be learned from all this, but I … oh shit, my rug! ants I swear to god I had something for this. You better call Kenny Loggins. ‘Cause you’re in the danger zone. Can’t or won’t? Lying is like 95% of what I do. I’m not saying I invented the turtleneck. But I was the first person to realize its potential as a tactical garment. The tactical turtleneck! The… tactleneck!. 6I have to go, but if I find one dog hair when I come back I’ll rub sand into your dead little eyes. I also need you to buy sand. I don’t know if they grade it, but … coarse. That’s how you get ants. Phrasing See that? He was putting on his pants, and I stopped him. So you just watch your step, mister … dammit. Hey! I’m serious. Look at me, seriously, Lana. Forget the eye bandage, but the hair, the strong jawline—who do I remind you of? Hm? Sorry I was picturing Whore Island. Hey Cyril. Cyril. CYRIL! I’m saving Lana, as usual! Holy Shit Snacks God, everything makes you uncomfortable. Just the tip? Hey, I know you’re upset, but if you ever mention my mother’s loins or their frothiness to me again, I don’t know what I’ll do … but it will be bad. Now let’s go bury this dead hooker. And your shoes! Because how hard is it to poach a goddamn egg properly? Seriously, that’s like Eggs 101, Woodhouse. How’d you get life insurance, Lana? Don’t they know you’re in the danger zone? Lying is like 95% of what I do.. Hey, we’re out there risking our lives every—many of the days! Lying is like 95% of what I do. Mine always said, “Sterling, come in here and check me for lumps.” Holy shit, was that out loud?, You know, when I was little I used to pretend that you weren’t my mother. You’re not my supervisor! You little, you sack of shit. I dumped you because you’re dragging around a 35-year-old umbilical cord! If you let me into the mainframe, I’ll drop these donuts. And then you can pretend you’re a hungry hungry … hungry hippo. Hey. Hey, proposition: first person to untie me, guy or gal, I will let him or her give me a handy. Come on, let’s share the milk of human kindness! Can’t or won’t? loins. Danger zone I’m getting my turtleneck. I’m not defusing a bomb in this! Hey, I know you’re upset, but if you ever mention my mother’s loins or their frothiness to me again, I don’t know what I’ll do … but it will be bad. Now let’s go bury this dead hooker., Holy Shit Snacks Sploosh! I’m not saying I invented the turtleneck. But I was the first person to realize its potential as a tactical garment. The tactical turtleneck! The… tactleneck! Lana How’d you get life insurance, Lana? Don’t they know you’re in the danger zone?.

Hey, we’re out there risking our lives every—many of the days! Can’t or won’t? danger zone No, no, turn it on. I can do both. ants Cyril You’re not my supervisor! You little, you sack of shit. I dumped you because you’re dragging around a 35-year-old umbilical cord! Hm? Sorry I was picturing Whore Island. Mine always said, “Sterling, come in here and check me for lumps.” Holy shit, was that out loud? You’re not my friend, you’re a Decepticon! Lana. Lana. Lana? LANA! Danger zone.. Cyril, I paid her, I get to carry her corpse. If you want breakfast you should try the diner; you’re obviously into greek. Get it? You’re gay! I mean, I am, too. We’re both gay. No, no, turn it on. I can do both. Hey, I know you’re upset, but if you ever mention my mother’s loins or their frothiness to me again, I don’t know what I’ll do … but it will be bad. Now let’s go bury this dead hooker. So, thanks for nothing Carol. Now, I have to break into ISIS headquarters—in a $900 turtleneck. And if it gets ruined, I’m going to make you drink heavy cream, you … Carol. I’m gonna pain you dearly Woodhouse, when I peel all your skin off with a flencing knife, sew it into Woodhouse-pajamas, and then set those pajamas on fire! You’re not my friend, you’re a Decepticon!. Ants The cumulative hangover will kill me. Mine always said, “Sterling, come in here and check me for lumps.” Holy shit, was that out loud? You know, I bet there’s a lesson to be learned from all this, but I … oh shit, my rug! Holy Shit Snacks. Lana loins 6I have to go, but if I find one dog hair when I come back I’ll rub sand into your dead little eyes. I also need you to buy sand. I don’t know if they grade it, but … coarse. The cumulative hangover will kill me. Can’t or won’t?, No Cyril, when they’re dead, they’re just hookers! Do you not? Holy Shit Snacks Karate? The Dane Cook of martial arts? No, ISIS agents use Krav Maga. You know, when I was little I used to pretend that you weren’t my mother. Sterling: Yeah, a fluke of nature. Because I happen to have perfect situational awareness, Lana. Which cannot be taught, by the way. Like a poet’s … mind for … to make the perfect words. I’m not saying I invented the turtleneck. But I was the first person to realize its potential as a tactical garment. The tactical turtleneck! The… tactleneck! You’re not my supervisor! Lana. Lana. Lana? LANA! Danger zone.. Mine always said, “Sterling, come in here and check me for lumps.” Holy shit, was that out loud? No, no, it’s Woodhouse! He’s all tied up somewhere, sc-scared and alone! And possibly dehydrated! Holy sh*tsnacks! Lana. Lana. Lana? LANA! Danger zone. Can I offer you a drink? How about this expensive prostitute?, Hey Cyril. Cyril. CYRIL! I’m saving Lana, as usual! God, everything makes you uncomfortable. Just the tip? I’m getting my turtleneck. I’m not defusing a bomb in this! danger zone Do you not? Lying is like 95% of what I do. You know, I bet there’s a lesson to be learned from all this, but I … oh shit, my rug! Holy Shit Snacks Woodhouse, we got any lube? Like even olive oil at this point would … help me get that drawer unstuck. Archer.

 

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