One wonders why Vaughn Armstrong ranks this as his favorite episode of all time.
No, seriously, I haven't a clue why he'd enjoy this so much.
Gary Graham: "Gee, you got all the scenes with the scantily clad women. All I got was a lousy beard."
Forrest: "Do I make you nervous?"
Archer: "Sir!"
Forrest: "Sir, what? Were you about to call me an asshole?!"
Archer: "Sir, no, sir!"
Forrest: "How tall are you, Commander?"
Archer: "Sir, five foot nine, sir!"
Forrest: "Five foot nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?"
Archer: "Sir, no, sir!"
Forrest: "Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your momma's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you've been cheated! Where in hell are you from anyway, Commander?"
Archer: "Sir, Texas, sir!"
Forrest: "Holy dogshit! Texas! Only steers and queers come from Texas, Commander Cowboy! And you don't look much like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it down!"
Ferengi: "Asleep on the job? Back home, we'd've fired his ass on the spot. Damn commies."
Archer *thinking*:
Crap, I swallowed the key.