Sterling Archer: Great you killed a black astronaut Cyril, that's like killing a unicorn!
Sterling Archer: Phrasing!
Sterling Archer: If I stop drinking all at once, I'm afraid the cumulative hangover will kill me.
Sterling Archer: [Repeated line, after failing to think up a witty comeback in time] Damn it, I had something for this!
Sterling Archer: Oh is that what you want? Because that's how you get ants!
Cheryl Tunt: [shouts] You're not my supervisor!
Pam Poovey: Holy shitsnacks!
Sterling Archer: [after explosions or gunfire] Meep, meep.
Lana Kane: God... DAMN it, Archer!
Malory Archer: Sterling Malory Archer!
Barry Dillon: Hang on, other Barry!
Sterling Archer: Shut up.