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[Ray Gillette is loudly crying in drunken depression over not being able to walk]

Special Agent Hawley:
My God, are they... torturing a woman?

Special Agent Hawley:
[loudly while running up the stairs] Hang on, ma'am! I'm a Federal Agent, and I'm coming! By God, I am coming!

[Archer has a finger raised]

Lana Kane:
[to Archer, Cyril, and Kreiger] Okay, you three head upstairs...

Sterling Archer:
Hang on.

Lana Kane:
I'm going to the kitchen to make sure he doesn't stumble onto the coke.

Sterling Archer:
Hang on.

Lana Kane:
What?

Sterling Archer:
Question.

Lana Kane:
[annoyed] What?

Sterling Archer:
Are we not saying "Phrasing" anymore? Which, that's fine, whatever, but if we're doing a new thing and nobody told me, *that* I'd have a problem with.

Special Agent Hawley:
Oh, screw me!

[Archer raises a finger and everyone else disperses]

Sterling Archer:
[alone] Said Ripley to the android Bishop. Wait, hang on. Um... God damn it! What was wrong with "Phrasing"?

Ray Gillette:
Nothing!

[Hawley opens the door]

Ray Gillette:
I'm fine! Just get out, leave me alone!