Archer: Seriously, where do you keep the fruity drink powder? I'd even take Rootin' Tootin' Raspberry.
Lana: How noble.
Archer: Well, no, I'd still bitch about it. And I think I've earned that right!

Lana: His left foot?!
Archer: Well that's good.
Slater: How could that possibly be good?
Archer: Well, relative to Krieger's asshole...

I decided to let Ray drive. With his racist robot monster hand!

Slater: You know what this is? (shows fist)
Archer: Your best gal?

Slater: You know what I don't have time for?
Archer: Shopping for clothes?

He's the one ashamed of his hand's heritage, not me!

Lana: I don't know, was someone else in here yelling their idiot head off about being in the CIA?
Archer: I don't know! Was someone else making out with Frodo P. Gryffindor here just to make someone else jealous?

Closet rampage!

Don't yell at me, I'm not the one advocating rape and child cannibalism.

Archer: This place is right out of a fairytale.
Lana: Yeah, a fairytale in which the heroine is drugged and kidnapped.
Archer: You realize that's like every fairytale.

Lana: Just curious, what happened between your bedroom and right now?
Archer: Well, you were hysterical, Lana, so I thought the best thing to do would be inject you with a tranquilizer, drive you to a private air field, put you on a CIA plane, fly you overnight to Wales, and then...that brings us to now.

Yeah, a little baby girl, Abijean. With Lana. And then we started going out again, and it's kind of amazing, really. We're like, connecting, you know, and I realized that all this time, even though we fought like cats and a very tall dog, we've always been best friends. And then to realize that you might actually be in love with your best friend, who also happens to be the mother of your child, that's like a miracle.

Archer Quotes

KGB (Crenshaw): This may be old cliche, but... we have ways of making you talk.
Archer: What, your little go-kart battery?
KGB (Crenshaw): Golf cart.
Archer: Whatever. Would you pick an accent and stick with it?

It's like my brain's a tree and you're those little cookie elves.

Archer