I just think that makes him basically the same as everybody else, since they all have a knack for softballing (phrasing! boom!) them in like that sometimes.

Archmage, Pam's HAH! was a callback to "The Wind Cries Mary", when the office drones got caught up in the debate about whether Archer was gay for Lucas Troy or not.

I'm pretty sure it was George Coe, actually — he *played* it a little squeakier than usual, given that the character was supposed to be in withdrawal, but it was still him.

Well, for what it's worth, I am gay and I don't really have a problem with the gay humour in Archer.

I'm all in favour of angry young men, believe me. But as a mellowed-out middle-aged ex-angry young man myself, I can hardly fault the angry young men of my angry youth for also mellowing out in middle age. (Especially since clinging to your anger into your 40s and 50s just turns you into Morrissey.)

By and large I have to agree: Malory isn't always forthcoming with the full details of the mission, but that's usually when the whole story reflects badly on her. I can't see why she wouldn't even tell Sterling and Lana that they were going to Morocco to rendezvous with a dog, or that the mission was to retrieve a…

Like I said in response to another version of the same comment above: he's never claimed to be asexual (i.e. no interest in sex whatsoever), just celibate (i.e. not actually having any). And even celibacy isn't a claim he's actually made since the 1980s — by the 1990s he *was*, in fact, talking about having had sex —…

I'll vouch too. The guy will always be special to me in that the Smiths were *the* pivotal band in the development of my musical tastes — but almost every time he actually opens his mouth to speak I just think he's a tiresome prat who's got such an unerring knack for picking the most needlessly incendiary way of…

To be fair, he's never actually claimed to be asexual — just celibate, which isn't the same thing. And if you look at his lyrics carefully (yeah, yeah, more carefully than a lot of them actually deserve, what's your point?), they're literally dripping with how much he wants to be having sex if only his inhibitions and…

I've never been as intimately familiar with his music as perhaps I should have been — I have several of his albums, but not all of them — but I've always quite liked it when I've put it on, and I certainly worried when I first heard of his health difficulties.

I don't know if this was just a really subtle throwaway gag for the eagle-eyed or if it's foreshadowing a future plot point — but I rewatched "Live and Let Dine" last night, and Chi the manicurist was also Pam's translator in the cutaway to Jermaine's fighting fish match.

He was in Malory's office when she was on the phone learning that Sterling was using her credit card.

The decision was marrying Cyril.

I don't have enough Spanish to have really understood what she was saying, but the fact that she mentioned Gillette — combined with the kissy-kissy and boobsqueeze that she punctuated the sentence with — was enough for me to get the gist.

Not to mention how Malory was all "you got yourself into this, mister". Like, er, what now?

Multilayered self-referentiality. The best kind!

The WTF look on Jermaine's face was priceless.

You can actually fit a pen in those truckasaurus hands?

Yeah, he was essentially riffing off Gordon Ramsey. It's worth noting that even the episode synopsis that FX put out in advance specifically made note of the fact that ISIS was going undercover in Lance Casteau's "hellish" kitchen. (Plus, you know, the title "Bastard Chef" wasn't very subtle either.)

Kindwords, "tutoyer" is the *infinitive* form of the verb, not the form that je, tu, il, elle, on, nous, vous, ils or elles actually *do* in a properly conjugated sentence.