Ray: Ooh! Here's an idea. Why don't you just saw your God damned head off? Cyril: Geez. What's up your butt? Ray: Nothing is up my butt, Cyril. Oh, or maybe there is. I wouldn't know because I'm paralyzed from the waist down and it's Archer's fault! Krieger: Uh, gettin' some mileage out of that, huh?