Pam is still chowing down on the drugs. It’s making her kind of crazy, “King Kong” strong and has given her a svelte new cocaine figure. Woo hoo?
It’s nice to see Woodhouse has gotten himself out of both the empty pool and the old-timey gymnasium. Hope he wasn’t too mad about his phone.
Meanwhile, Krieger has perfected his mind-control chip, which they use to help Cheryl get over her stage fright and a star is born. Named Cherlene. Who might burn the house to the ground if she doesn’t get some eggs and Carolina fries. Excellent.
Cyril: “We are already down 125 kilos of cocaine, which was worth about $6 million.”
Archer: “How much is that in pounds?”
Cyril: “Forget pounds, we’re doing kilos!”
Archer: “No, I meant pounds –“
Archer: “Exactly, as in ‘Doctor Who’ money.”
Malory: “Lick it!”
Archer: “Ugh, well, OK, can’t unhear that.”
Archer: “You know how strong she is, might as well be green and half-deaf.”
Malory: “Now you listen to me, missy. You are getting a brain chip and then you’re going on the Grand Old Opera and I don’t care if it kills you.”
Lana: “So, just so we’re clear, you want us to tranquilize a federal agent?”
Malory: “Do you have a better idea?”
Lana: “… I do not.”
Cyril: “How do you not know the different kinds of porn?
Archer: “Because I have sex with actual women, Cyril. My girlfriend’s not equal parts the internet, a tube of Kentucky jelly, self-loathing and a sock.”
Ray: “You scared the s*** out of me.”
Cheryl: “What, literally?”
Krieger: “This house is insane!”
Cyril: “And scary and gross and I’m pretty sure I smelled a skeleton.”
Cherlene: “Cheryl’s gone. I’m Cherlene now. And if somebody don’t fry me six god**** eggs and some Carolina fries, I would personally be shocked — shocked, I tell you — if by morning this place ain’t burnt to the ground.”