Uh, yeah, ditto. [that makes two on them on both occasions; archer himself sometimes doesn't even know what the purpose of half the shit he says is.] Seriously? Damn, I thought you'd run off past the pasture ages ago...

[guess it makes sense if she didn't really know what the cars were. archer doesn't think about it too hard; not his problem. he fiddles with the keys for a moment before he remembers they haven't invented keyfobs yet, cursing under his breath and shoving them haphazardly into the door.]

Come on, then. I'll take you to the store so you can do your... wifely duties.