[Harding scoffs.] Good luck with that.

[He takes a swig of coffee, pauses for a second, then reaches back inside his pocket for his flask. At least Archer had one good idea.]

The Mayor doesn't need to hear your jackassy nonsense, so I'll make this nice and easy for all of us. [He starts pouring the contents of the flask into his coffee.] Go home, get your head on straight, and come back when you have a real problem.