Archer2009

Sterling Archer:
Oh, my god! You killed a hooker!

Cyril Figgis:
Call girl!

Sterling Archer:
No, Cyril!

Cyril Figgis:
She was a call...

Sterling Archer:
When they're dead, they're just hookers. God, i said the cap on the poison pen slips off for no reason, didn't I?

Cyril Figgis:
But i just assumed that if anything bad happened...

Sterling Archer:
No, do not say the chekhov gun, Cyril. That, sir, is a facile argument.

Woodhouse:
And also woefully esoteric.

Sterling Archer:
Woodhouse...

Woodhouse:
Fetching a rig, sir.

Sterling Archer:
Now he's fetching a rug. Happy, Cyril?

Cyril Figgis:
No! No, I'm not happy!

Sterling Archer:
Well, guess what? Me neither! I mean, big picture, I wouldn't say I'm a happy person.

Woodhouse:
Sir, I have fetched the rug.

Sterling Archer:
Plus, now I'm out of a rug.