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Why isn't there a metal briefcase full of bearer bonds...
Monsieur, the minimum c'est deux.
Oui, in the Jacuzzi of your free suite, in which monsieur desires to remain.
- Shit-snacking crackers. - Oh, that thieving bastard.
- Uh, ahem. - Anyhoo... Ooh, I think I see a duke.
Wait, how much are these chips worth?
...was incredibly lame.
MALORY: I beg your pardon?
Do you know why they're called bearer bonds?
My bellhops have been taken prisoner by the Wehrmacht.
- Wha...? - That way they comp everything.
No, no, no.
Well, yeah, now.
- Archer, I will put you down. - Well, how am I the bad guy?
I am getting off. I love this.
I'm good.
I can't even say it without saying "balls." Say your name.
I'm selling ISIS equipment until I get every damn cent of my 401(k) back.
- Ha. Excuse me? - I am not sharing a bed.
Um, or 800,000.
In bearer bonds, whatever those are.
Also irrelevant, because you're not going to screw this up, are you?
Which doesn't include you taking my toiletries.
ARCHER: I mean, because you know what it sounds like, right?
- Uh, Benoit. - Ha-ha-ha.
Madame, the only way you will have this suite is over my lifeless corpse.
- Lf they're even in the casino. - Well, where else would they be, Ray?
- Would vomit, too tired. - Oh, shut up.
- Wh...? Ugh. LANA: And mine.
[BEEPING]
Obviously, I did that.