Doctor Krieger: [indicating hypnotized Pam, Cheryl, and Cyril] See? Easy-peasy, zombie squeezie.
Ray Gillette: You still gotta get Miss Archer, and she's not a candy-ass like these ones.
Doctor Krieger: She's 80 pounds. This stuff could paralyze a gorilla... on angel dust.
Malory Archer: [from outside the room] What? I better not smell marijuana.
Doctor Krieger: Here we go, here we go, here we go!
Malory Archer: I swear to god, you people.
[Krieger sprays her with the hypnotizing aerosol]
Malory Archer: Huh!
Doctor Krieger: Maolry?
Malory Archer: Yes, Doctor.
Doctor Krieger: You're under my con...
[Malory slaps Krieger hard across the face]
Doctor Krieger: Oooww.
Malory Archer: [continuing to slap and punch Krieger as he retreats across the room] You son of a... are you out of your mind? What is wrong with you? Walk in here with you idiots smoking reefer like a bunch of yardbirds and you spritz me? YOU SPRITZ ME? Well let me tell you something, Herr Doktor! I killed seven Krauts with a shovel, so one more beardy son of a bitch like you won't make a damn bit of difference.
[Stabs the now completely beaten man sitting on the floor in the shoulder with her high-heeled left shoe]
Doctor Krieger: [Screams in pain] Aaaarrrggg.