- [last lines]
- Cheryl: Oh. I thought we were laughing at the dead people we set on fire.
- Agent Lana Kane: [laughs then stops abruptly] Um, sorry.
- Sterling Archer: Woodhouse, what are you doing?
- Woodhouse: Uh, sitting down, sir.
- Sterling Archer: What, at the table?
- Malory Archer: Sterling!
- Sterling Archer: Like people?
- Malory Archer: Sterling!
- Sterling Archer: What? Look, he thinks he's people!
- Malory Archer: All right, we want this to look like a classic hooker murder/suicide. So... Cyril take Sterling's gun and pump a round into his prostitute.
- Cyril Figgis: Wait, what.
- Malory Archer: Everyone shoots the chippy!
- [first lines]
- Malory Archer: Torvald Utne.
- Sterling Archer: The Olympic shot putter?
- Malory Archer: The chairman of the UN intelligence committee. Do you not even skim the briefings in your inbox?
- Sterling Archer: I have an inbox?
- Sterling Archer: God, Cyril, would you go?
- Cyril Figgis: I should be carrying her.
- Sterling Archer: Cyril, I paid her. I get to carry her corpse.
- Malory Archer: [after Utne is shot] It's okay! They're just blanks!
- Agent Lana Kane: Well, see, you say that...
- Malory Archer: But they were blanks, weren't they?
- Sterling Archer: Only if the back of his skull picked that exact moment to explode outwards.
- Pam: [after setting fire to the dead bodies] Yeah, I'm kinda hungry... is that weird?
- Malory Archer: It would be weirder if you weren't.
- Woodhouse: When I served in the King's African Rifles, the local Zambezi tribesman called human flesh "long pig". Never much cared for it.
- Torvald Utne: You're breaking my arm!
- Lana Kane: Oh sorry. Did that hurt?
- Torvald Utne: Yes it hurt. What is wrong with you?
- Malory Archer: Nothing but too much enthusiasm for the opportunity to work with the UN.
- Torvald Utne: With hands like the Truckasaurus!
- Lana Kane: Hey!
- Cyril Figgis: Gravlax, anyone?
- Malory Archer: I don't want another one of your sullen whores using my medicine cabinet as a Pez dispenser.