Archer: Wait, is this an extremely ill-phrased analogy about my penis?

Lana: Yes Archer, it is. Because everything, every*where*, every*when* is about the paragon of adequacy that is your *dick*.

Archer: Adequacy as in mind-blowingness?

Lana: So then you stumble into another bunch of cocaine in the jungle and then continue stumbling into a bean-bagging arms dealer so that now almost inexplicably we have enough arms to invade Quebec.

Krieger: Wait, literally?

Lana: No, not literally.

Pam: Aw.

Cheryl: Lame!

Krieger: Well if we ever do the best time to invade is right after brunch, when they're all logie!

Lana: Archer?

Archer: I don't know, I mean it couldn't hurt.

Lana: Still talking about (the arms), not invading Quebec!