
Surak: "How long will this take?"
Archer: [drawn out] "Waaaaaaalllll, this type of fumigation takes a while. Gotta give that poison a while to work its magic and get into every crack and crevice."
Surak: [uneasy] "Alright. Erm, when can I come back."
Archer: [scratching his head] "Mmmmm, figure -- figure Tuesday."
Surak: [disbelief] "TUESDAY?"
Archer: "Aye-yuh. Tuesday." [Hands Surak a work order, sticks a cigar in his mouth and walks off]