Agent J:
Damn it! We had him!
Young Agent K:
Relax, Cochise. We'll find him.
Agent J:
First of all, my name is J, okay? It's not "son," it's not "slick," and it damn sure ain't "Cochise." And I'm not gonna relax 'cause we're running out of time, we're running out of clues and there's an invasion coming. You're not really recognizing my "voicial" intensity. Oh, but there was one guy that could help. Hey, Griffin! Griffin! Where's Griffin? Griffin. Where's Griffin at, K? He's gone. If Boris gets to him before we, that's no bueno.
Young Agent K:
We need pie.
Agent J:
What?
Young Agent K:
My granddaddy always said: "If you got a problem you can't solve, it helps to get out of your head." Pie. It's good.
Agent J:
Pie?
Young Agent K:
Yeah.
Agent J:
Your granddaddy, heavyset man?
Young Agent K:
A little bit.
Agent J:
Yeah, you know what? We've been doing smart stuff. We've been following clues, doing real police work. It might be time we do something stupid. Something that ain't got nothing to do with nothing. You know what? Now, I want some pie, K. I want some pie. Let's go get some dumb-ass pie.
Young Agent K:
Sounds good.
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