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Guard:
Ay! Coronel!

Sterling Archer:
Um, okay.

Guard:
Su carat, Coronel, por favor.

Sterling Archer:
Uh, bueno. Conmigo estan el Presidente de Brasil. Y su...

[Archer opens the back window]

Sterling Archer:
esposa grande.

Guard:
[sighs] Por supuesto, Coronel Cal... Espere. Lando?

Guard:
[with suspicion, reaching for his holster] Calrissiano?

Sterling Archer:
So, here's the thing with that.

[Guard pulls his gun, but tranquilizer dart hits him in the neck]

Guard:
[holding tranq gun] Boring conversation anyway.

Lana Kane:
God damn it, Archer!

Sterling Archer:
That's Coronel Calrissiano to you!

[Archer floors the gas, smashing through the arm and racing into the parking structure]

Conway Stern:
Archer!

Lana Kane:
Don't drive angry!

[Archer slams on the brakes amongst more guards]

Sterling Archer:
What the hell are you doing?

Lana Kane:
I'm Archer-izing this plan!

Lana Kane:
What? No, no! Unh-uh. You cannot make yourself a verb! I will not allow it.

Sterling Archer:
[laughing] I'm a verb now, Lana. Deal with it!

[Archer gets out of the car, then ducks back in]

Sterling Archer:
And then, also, cover me, please.