[it's nice and warm in here, along with the low droning of the tv and the relative comfort of the armchair, archer's starting to get a little hazy where he's sitting.]

I guess... if it's actually 1961 somehow then we just gotta wait a couple months until they invent sat phones. Then get one and call the agency which... [he closes his eyes for a moment.] ...I mean, we didn't fucking time travel. That's stupid. Shut up, Ray.

[archer pulls himself forward a little to shoot ray a tired glare.]

It's actually Randy. Shit, I should go back to Chet sometime. Or... think I could pull off Lando Calrissiano again?