Archer, Season 4

Archer:
Mexico's most notorious coyote... Which is Español for "people smuggler."

Lana:
Thanks. That's-

Archer:
And also for... coyote, it turns out.

Lana:
Archer-

Archer:
It's a loanword. Or is it a calque?

Lana:
Why do you always do this?

Archer:
Because I'm always bored.

Cyril:
Is he-? This is totally nerve-wracking. How are you bored?

Lana:
Don't engage him.

Archer:
Because I've been lying in scorpion piss for two hours in the sun-blasted shit-hole which is Texas, waiting for a stupid truck stuffed with smallish brown people who just want a job.

Cyril:
And probably Mexican cartel gunmen!

Lana:
What'd I just say?

Archer:
Big whoop. I'm spooning a Barrett .50-cal. I could kill a building.

Lana:
Just put one through the engine block when the truck has to stop, please. [To Cyril] This is what he does. He knows we're tense, because we're normal human beings. My theory-and I'm serious-is that he's got some rare kind of pervasive developmental disorder, or even undiagnosed atypical autism.

Archer:
Um... Your mic's hot.

Lana:
I know.

Archer:
Wow.