Yeah! He's helping me with my swing and my grip on the shaft!
[If the neighbors think that sounds dirty, they're more normal than Pam gives them credit for. Pam backs out of the doorway and waves Archer in. Just getting near him tells her where the rest of that bottle of tequila went.]
C'mon, Jose Cuervo, before the gossip gets any juicier out here.
[Inside is warm, softly filled with tropical orchestral music, and there's a pair of zombies poured in tall, slender glasses on the top of Pam's hand-decorated tiki bar. Pam picks one up and offers it to Archer in trade for the tequila...bottle.]
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[If the neighbors think that sounds dirty, they're more normal than Pam gives them credit for. Pam backs out of the doorway and waves Archer in. Just getting near him tells her where the rest of that bottle of tequila went.]
C'mon, Jose Cuervo, before the gossip gets any juicier out here.
[Inside is warm, softly filled with tropical orchestral music, and there's a pair of zombies poured in tall, slender glasses on the top of Pam's hand-decorated tiki bar. Pam picks one up and offers it to Archer in trade for the tequila...bottle.]
Havin a rough one, buddy?