Archer2009

Cheryl Tunt:
Please, if you really cared, you'd resign, but there's no way you ever will, because you're just counting the days until, her face bloated and yellow from liver failure, she calls you to her death bed and, in a croaky whisper, explains that Mr. Archer is totally incompetent and that you, the long-suffering Lana Kane, are the only one qualified to run ISIS and you weep shameful tears because you know this terrible place is the only true love you will ever know.

Lana Kane:
[Upset] Excuse me.

Pam Poovey:
Daaaaaamn!

Cheryl Tunt:
What?... Oh my god, was I talking?