In 3, 2--
Wait!
God damnit.
Look, I was just trying to get home from Vegas.
So, OK, here, you can have my weapon,
but I do have some conditions.
Uh, what conditions?
Well, you're not going to like them.
Ah!
[FIGHTING]
Hoo!
Not to knock the Air Force, but good thing
you guys have airplanes.
You might as well be selling buggy whips.
Yeah?
Maybe I should sell tea instead.
Why would you--
ooh.
And we have a buyer.
Right.
Ooh!
Now, let's try that again.
[GRUNTING]
The almighty Archer, barely a shadow of your former self.
I think I just realized I don't need my cane anymore.
[GRUNTING]
Ow!
Revenge rampage!
[GRUNTING]
Hi-ya!
[FIGHTING]
[HUMS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
[FIGHTING]
How do you still have two hands?
You cyborg son of a b--
OK, Spelvin, where's the--
hello, kitties.
Listen, if you're not busy after,
we should grab a drink or--
ah!
Damn it, Cyril.
Remember to channel it.
You said they were sexy.
Ninjas are sexy.
Right?
I mean, I think so.
Look, I don't want to hurt you ladies.
So how about we all just put our swords down?
You don't have a sword.
- Can I? - Of course.
Why not?
Keiko Chan, katana.
Yeah, but now she doesn't have a--
ugh.
You're just set on doing this, huh?
Yes, we are.
Hi-ya!
[FIGHTING]
Gotcha.
That was a gift.
Shut up.
Oh, come on.
Sorry in advance for this.
Wait, wait, wait.
Stop.
Do you hear that?
Hear what?
That crunching noise?
You hear this?
No, no, no, no, hang on.
Don't.
Channel it, Archer.
Channel it.
Cyril!
Oh, I think so.
Cyril, get the [BLEEP] gun.
OK.
You're bringing this on yourself.
Any time now, Cyril.
Son of a--
[DIAL TONES]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[LINE RINGING]
ARCHER: Hello?
Wait for it.
ARCHER: Mother?
Oh, for-- Mother, it's me.
What the--
MAN: Get out!
ARCHER: No, no, no, no, no.
[FIGHTING]
MAN: Ah, he's biting me!
[FIGHTING CONTINUES]
[GUFFAWS] No, please don't--
no, you can't.
You can't.
ARCHER: Sorry, I'll--
[CHOKING NOISES]
No, no, no, no.
Hey.
What did I tell you?
Yeah.
Well, but you got to hand it to him.
This was the best voicemail ever.
It would have been.
We are not robbers.
Oh, my god.
Then what do you want?
You.
[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]
What?
No.
[FIGHTING]
Ah!
[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]
Even if you kill us, more will come.
[GUNSHOT]
Bob!
Oh, my god.
Are you guys OK?
We-- yeah, but Bob, where'd you learn to do that?
I don't know.
It was, like, instinct.
Who?
"Scare-ah" Faucet and Baby Huey?
Hey!
[CRIES]
Bitch, you better apologize.
Or what?
Or this!
[FIGHTING]
[GIGGLES]
Come on, Lurch.
Let's see what's in that belly of yours.
Ah!
Enter Sandman.
My eyes!
Ow!
Damnit.
What is this, a chair factory?
Get everybody down here.
Baby!
Baby, come on.
We got to get out of here.
OK, hon.
Paparazzi!
Damnit!
[FIGHTING]
I've got to say, I think that went about
as well as it could have.