If you were honest with yourself, you would realize I have been incredibly supportive of you! Get arrested for treason, I stand by you; become a drug dealer, I stand by you. Oh-oh-oh! And you don't seem to mind driving around in a new Cadillac, do you?
Intel? No, do not compare what we do now to intelligence work.
Archer
Don't worry, I won't. Because selling cocaine to cocaine dealers doesn't really compare to helping overthrow democratically elected governments. Like the U.S. did in Guatemala, Chile, Nicaragua, uh... oh, Iran! Because, spoiler alert, those didn't really work out so great! But that's OK, because I'm pinning my hopes for the future on the next big shipment of Stinger missiles to that ragtag bunch of mujaheddin heroes in Afghanistan!
Physically unchanged for a hundred million years because it's the perfect killing machine: a half ton of coldblooded fury with a bite force of twenty-thousand newtons and a stomach acid so strong it can dissolve bones and hooves. And now we're surrounded, those snake eyes are watching from the shadows waiting for the night...
And not the good kind you get drunk with at Myrtle Beach and cruise the strip in the bed of their Monster truck with a big rebel flag on it, flinging empty longnecks at people!
They should have sent a poet. Oh, and some meat. Do we have any meat?
CCaldarone
[An elephant trumpets offscreen] Literally tons.
Archer
No, I didn't mean another animal. I meant like a steak.
CCaldarone
Typical American! You think meat comes from the supermercado, all wrapped in nice plastic wrap.
Archer
Yeah, you're describing meat.
CCaldarone
No, no, no. Meat is blood and bones and sinew.
Archer
Well, now you're describing not-meat.
CCaldarone
Meat is whatever the tiger says is meat. Because God made him the boss and all the other animals his food.
[The tiger roars]
Archer
[to tiger] Hang on, buddy. [To Caldarone] And thank you, George Bore-well, for that clunky analogy in defense of totalitarianism! But I'm not feeding Shane an elephant.