Cheryl: You're all jealous of my fall-back career!"
Pam: As what, an ACTUAL acorn?
You really spent your entire inheritence on the poors?
Archer: How many times do I have to apologize?
Cheryl: Just once would be nice.
Archer: Uh, no.
Clean the secretly gay for Lucas Troy out of your ears.
Cheryl: Think about someone else for once in your life.
Lana: And that's her saying that.
It has to be your place. Mine totally reeks of ocelot piss.
Krieger: I needed help disseminating him.
Pam: Not what it means.
Lana: Still pretty gross though.
Lana: Someone is trying to frame Malory for assassinating the prime minister of Italy.
Cheryl: Ooh I bet it's that wicked king.
Malory: Who taught you to drive?
Cheryl: This guy I know called my dead father.
Archer: Does no one seriously no what today is?
Cheryl: The rapture?
My great-grandfather was nuts for skating. That and the Klan.
Cheryl: It tastes worse than it smells!
Pam: Man, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a guy say that, i'd have eight nickels!