[archer snorts a little, slapping ray's hand down.] Yeah, I'll get right on it. Christ, I woke up with a tiny little wife, too. Way to make me feel like a total creep, Santa... whatever, Dicksberg.

[he laughs again at the reaction, casually flipping ellie off when she shoots him that glare before he gets to work... you know, cleaning up after himself.]

I'm going to pull that fucking cookie dough out of his dead hands if I have to. Ray. I'm hungry! Gimme!