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Sterling Archer:
The two things we don't allow in here. What are they?

Woodhouse:
Dogs and your mother.

Sterling Archer:
That's a very short list, isn't it?

Woodhouse:
Yes, but you were quite insistent an exception be made.

Sterling Archer:
I'm always insistent, Woodhouse.

Woodhouse:
Yes, sir.

Sterling Archer:
But I'm not to be trusted, am I?

Woodhouse:
No, sir. But

Sterling Archer:
Stop. Shut up. I have to go, but if I find one single dog hair when I get back I'll rub sand in your dead little eyes.

Woodhouse:
Very good, sir.

Sterling Archer:
I also need you to go buy sand.

Woodhouse:
Yes, sir.

Sterling Archer:
I don't know if they grate it but... coarse.