Archer: Putting aside why you'd want to fake your own death -- Cheryl: BECAUSE I have to get away from my family. They're a seething cauldron of neurotic, alcoholic, narcissistic, quasi-incestuous megalomaniacs! Archer: (pause) How quasi? Cheryl: I don't know, a 4? Archer: Out of what?
Malory: Normandy. Archer: Yeah. Malory: Omaha Beach by way of North Africa and Sicily. And after Normandy, through France and Belgium all the way to Berlin. Archer: Well I had to get to Berlin, I sent all my clean shirts ahead. Malory: Mmhmm. Speak any German? Archer: You know, "Don't shoot," "I surrender," "Hitler's the tops," stuff like that.