- Malory Archer: Oh, for... Sterling, Lana, go through the old ISIS files and find an arms dealer; Cyril, go lock up the product before Cokie Monster here
- [stares at Pam and her coke-covered face]
- Malory Archer: gobbles it all up; and Ron, take me to lunch.
- Ron Cadillac: It's 8:30 in the morning.
- Malory Archer: A bar, then; whatever. Ooh, or maybe a jazz club. We can smoke refers with these Negroes you're suddenly so nuts about.
- Ron Cadillac: It was 1940.