Archer2009

Sterling Archer:
[being choked by a laughing Conway Stern] How do you still have two hands?

[Stern tears at Conway's left hand, revealing bionics]

Sterling Archer:
You cyborg son-of-a-b*tch.

[Lana hits Conway over the head with the teapot she's been making tea with while humming to the tango tune playing throughout their fight. The music stops]

Lana Kane:
You're out... of sugar.

[Conway groans]

Sterling Archer:
[hoarsely] Oh good. You're making tea. 'Cause I could use some with honey and lemon. And bourbon. But actually, without the honey and lemon. And the tea.

Lana Kane:
So just bourbon.

Sterling Archer:
But I doubt if the...

Conway Stern:
Aah.

Sterling Archer:
[normal voice] Oh, shut up. Don't ruin it. I had something for...

Conway Stern:
Puke Skywalker? Mm.

Sterling Archer:
God damn it! Anyway, I doubt the robot has any bourbon, and I'm not really in the mood for a WD-40 and Coke. Unless that is, literally, the only thing to drink.