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well if you'd let me. |
yeah, tell me. |
how my father might be nikolai jakov... head of the kgb or len trexler, head of odin! |
well... i assume those are my only choices? |
oh, my... who else? |
gene krupa. |
no, wait. |
what? the drummer? |
not krupa, the other one, with the teeth. |
buddy rich. |
oh, my... |
i could never say no to a drummer. |
could you say no to anybody? |
i said no to plenty. |
no. no. |
yes. have sex with me. |
please. |
no. |
oh, come on. |
nobody would ever know. |
pam? yeah. |
i'd know. |
no. |
let me talk to him. |
no. |
no. |
nikolai, he's not even here. |
he stormed out, thanks to you. |
but i could talk sense into him. |
after all, i am his father. |
oh. so... len trexler or buddy rich? |
get me that crazy german. now. |
ow! |
ow! hostile work environment. |
shut up. |
we are going to kidnap agent sterling archer. |
oh, yeah? then what, you hurt his feelings? |
then we put new mind-control microchip into his brain. |
we use its remote-control capability... to bring him here, make the papa test. |
and if i am archer's father... |
i turn him against his own mother, as soviet agent. |
make him a, how you say, vole. |
i think you mean mole. mole. |
huh? vole is also rodent, but more closer related to lemming. |
come on, buddy. |
can't you read, ass-douche? you're not supposed to be here without a kid. |
as it happens, i am here with a child. |
mani, can we have more money for the sweets? |
what? that's not even a real baby. |
and that is? |
i thought you were off to the fair with your prize turnip. |
a tur...? listen, you kraut puke. |
hello. |
oh, yeah. you should go. |
you're lucky his father's not here. |
he knows krav maga, he'll kick your balls through your hat... |
you nazi shit ass. |
mani, these people. |
well, you wanted him to grow up in the city. |
nein, major, not you. |
yeah, listening. |
and after you take archer to the... kgb safehouse on gansevoort... you will implant the microchip... into his brain. |
got it. |
yeah, seriously. |
okay, uta, we have a job, so... where is the diaper bag? |
i forgot where i put it. |
huge surprise. |
ow! |
ow! idiot. |
what is wrong with you? |
and just who the happy hell... do you think you are, hanging up on me? |
oh, you gonna tell your boyfriend, len trexler? |
or maybe gene krupa? it was the other one. maybe. or you, maybe, or... whoever it was, he wasn't there to raise sterling, so i don't need him butting in now. |
we'll see. nothing. |
what? |
nikolai, what are you scheming at? |
nothing. |
again he hangs up on me. |
and there goes the last steuben. sploosh. |
that's what i'm talking about. |
yup, yup, yup. |
wait, you think it's safe? |
no. |
okay, we got the french chick, and carol... and anybody else, rambone? |
no. |
hi, cyril. |
well. um... scatterbrain jane? really? |
well, say she had just been diagnosed with breast cancer. |
oh, right. |
i forgot, your dick's full of radiation... and mastectomy coupons. |
boy, you are just so determined not to be cool about this. |
yup. anybody else? |
um... ms. archer, you're trying to seduce me. |
aren't you? |
nope, no, no one. |
okay, |
okay, okay. |
okay, get out. |
of my own office? yup. why? |
oh, you don't wanna be here... when i bang every last dude in the building. |
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