"Angie!" "Major, do the initials C.W. ring a bell?" "She wrote them on her side window, in her own blood." "Whose cover got breached?" "Angie's, man." "She's been hit." "They found her." "How the hell could that happen?" "He's alive, Major." "Who is?" "Alejandro." "I need you to be with Alejandro." "I need you to get close to him." "She told me she killed him." "So what now, man?" "You gonna go down there singleton?" "We didn't finish the job yet." "She didn't finish the job." "This isn't smart, JT." "Well, maybe it's not, but it's something I got to do." "She died." "When I find out exactly who is responsible for this, someone is going to die." "You're being suspended, Major." "I'm sorry, I did all I could." "This is way over my head." "You think this is gonna stop me?" "Major, promise me you will think long and hard before you do anything drastic." "JT:" "The security of the nation depends on the men and women who serve in the five rings of the Pentagon." "Before any military action can be taken anywhere in the world, the mission must be planned and approved in the outer and most important ring, the E-Ring." "McNULTY:" "My whole life, the people that I cared about most have been taken away from me too damn early." "That's not gonna happen this time." "His CIA girlfriend's dead." "The guy that did it is bunkered down there in Colombia, and my boy is down there singing a capella with no firepower, no funding, and no friends." "Now, I knew I couldn't stop him going down there singleton, but there is no reason that we can't give him backstop now." "We're right there with you, sir." "But Major Tisnewski told us that the Joint Staff had nixed the mission." "Nixed a new mission." "That doesn't mean I can't send you boys down there as part of a preexisting operation." "So you're gonna travel to Bogota." "You're gonna collect tech data on the narco-terrorist group, FARC, as part of Operation Plan Colombia." "Excellent idea, sir." "And while you're there, you link up with the CIA case officer that's looking for Aguilar." "Sir, uh..." "JT seemed to think that the CIA was behind the whole thing." "One bad apple doesn't make an entire agency rotten." "Now, there are thousands of great operatives working for the company, and I'm told that this cat in Bogota is one of them." "Hope so, sir." "Well, he's got the freshest intel, so see what kind of progress he's making." "And if we should just happen to run into Major Tisnewski while we're out there, it would just be plain rude not to say hello." "Vaya con Dios, boys." "Yes, sir." "Thank you, sir." "Excuse me." "I'm Angela Aaronson." "I'm here for the job." "Carlos is a former" "Cali Cartel figure." "We killed them." "All of them?" "Ange!" "Angie!" "Oh, my God." "You okay?" "Yeah." "What about Alejandro?" "It's done." "That's great." "No, wait, no." "There's no time." "All right, let's go." "( speakspanish )" "( speaks Spanish )" "( speaks Spanish )" "( speaks Spanish )" "Rolling a drug mule and stealing his cash, that was... that was a beautiful thing." "I mean, scopolamine on the steering wheel?" "I freaking love that, man." "So, what is it, Major, what, you got, uh, you got some little rogue operation around here that you're trying to fund?" "Which three-letter agency are you?" "I'm Danny Marco." "I work over at the embassy." "Second floor, behind the vault." "Ah, mm-hmm, CIA." "Yeah." "What about your dad here?" "That's Lieutenant Javier Catalan." "Colombian National Police;" "we do a lot of work together." "Mucho gusto." "See, one of my spotters down at the airport picked you up after you deplaned." "I had you tailed." "What do you want?" "Same guy you do." "Alejandro Aguilar." "Lieutenant, why don't you, uh, why don't you and your boys go out back and have a smoke, huh?" "For me, this is war." "Now, a CIA agent is dead, and I don't give a damn who gets credit for bringing down the people responsible, I just want it done." "Great." "So why don't you take off these handcuffs, go grab a beer with Javy the cop, and I'll pretend like we ever met." "What'd you think, that 30 grand and a Glock .40's gonna get you any closer to Alejandro?" "Wake up, amigo." "You need me." "Really?" "Hm, see, I'm thinking you need me." "Otherwise, what are you doing here?" "Hey, I wasn't here for the bloodbath three years ago; you were." "So what do you say we join forces, and we get this job done right?" "Collaborating with the CIA isn't on the top of my list right now." "What if I told you that two of your" "Special Forces buddies are already on their way?" "All right, let's get you out of those cuffs." "THOMPSON:" "If you want to avoid an FBI manhunt," "I suggest you tell me where I can find Major Tisnewski." "Well, maybe if you tell us why it's so urgent that you speak with him." "We have new evidence... in what is now the homicide of a Federal agent." "I believe Major Tisnewski can shed some light on the matter." "And does this new evidence have anything to do with the internal investigation the CIA was running on Angela Aaronson?" "I can't talk about that." "Colonel, would you like to grab some lunch?" "You read my mind, ma'am." "Hold on." "We believe a top official in the CIA may have been involved somehow in Ms. Aaronson's death." "Raymond Metcalfe?" "Look, you want to find out who's responsible for this murder, and we want to exonerate" "Major Tisnewski." "Exonerate him from what?" "He is the subject of a Procedure 15 investigation, which is why he's not here right now." "He's been suspended?" "Until we right this wrong, yes." "We bieve this inquiry was instigated, at least indirectly, by Metcalfe." "So why couldn't we just work together for a change, like the American people expect?" "Do you have a secure computer?" "We found this memory key in Agent Aaronson's apartment." "As best I can tell, Ms. Aaronson was collecting information on Director Metcalfe." "Major Tisnewski told me that Metcalfe had threatened Angie in the past." "My read on this is, she was trying to compile evidence that he'd abused his office." "Yeah, so she could get out from underneath the sword that was hanging over her head." "According to some of these e-mails," "Metcalfe found out Ms. Aaronson was digging up dirt on him." "And he retaliated by urging the IG's office to start an investigation into her relationship with Major Tisnewski." "Which led them to Cemetery Wind." "Yeah, but that still doesn't explain how the killers found her." "A lot of these files are in code." "I'm hoping they can shed some more light on what's going on." "You have anybody who can decrypt them?" "We might." "Ho-ho!" "Hey...!" "Watch it, this stuff's heavy." "For the record, I want you know you both punked out on me big-time." "Yeah, well, we're here now." "You want to bitch about it some more, be my guest." "No, I'm done." "So what's in the bag?" "Bobby, Charlie, Marco." "What's up?" "Oh, yeah, the spook." "Great." "Well, it's nice to meet you guys, too." "Really." "There you are." "There we go." "Thank you." "Sexy." "Ooh." "Text-compression, meta-algorithms..." "ASCII alphanumerics..." "English, Greg." "It's a real bitch." "Well, can you crack it?" "Is the Dalai Lama Buddhist... sir?" "McNULTY:" "Metcalfe knew, JT." "Knew what?" "That Alejandro was still alive." "Well, how'd you find that out?" "NSA decrypted an e-mail he sent to Angie." "What did it say?" "Basically, "Stop trying to dig up dirt on me, or I'll go public with your mission failure."" "That's why she wanted to meet me." "She was going to tell me the truth." "LISTON:" "We just decrypted files that indicate that" "Director Metcalfe knew Alejandro Aguilar wastill alive, and yet failed to report that intelligence to the appropriate law enforcement agencies." "I'm sure he had his reasons." "You're the Deputy Inspector General for the CIA, Mr. Sykes." "It is your duty to open a counterinvestigation into the crimes or misconduct that may have been committed by" "Raymond Metcalfe." "Ms. Liston, I'm not sure I want to open..." "Or I could call my friends on the Hill and suggest that they open a more wide-ranging congressional inquiry into the inspector general's failures." "w do you want to play charades, or do you want to play ball?" "What are the charges?" "That you deliberately and illegally withheld intelligence, and that your failure to inform resulted in the death of a federal agent." "J-3, Special Operations Division." "Master Sergeant Pierce speaking." "Yes, I'm trying to locate James Tisnewski." "He's out of the office at the moment." "May I be of some assistance to you?" "Uh, this is" "George Aaronson calling." "Yes, sir, Mr. Aaronson." "We're all so very sorry." "Yes." "Thanks." "Listen, um..." "I'm going through my daughter's things and I... found a few items which I assume belong to Tisnewski." "And, uh, I just want to know where to send them." "That won't be necessary." "I'll pick them up." "Are you going to be there all day?" "Yeah." "MARCO:" "Well, it was a hell of an operation." "I mean, talk about synchronization." "In five minutes, there's three factories out of commission," "12 major bad guys dead..." "Should've been 13." "So how did Alejandro get away?" "Look, if the guy was tough to bring down last time, he's going to be an even bigger bitch now." "All right, he changed his appearance, probably his identity..." "Muere, bitch!" "He's been underground since your little encounter and most of his known associates are dead." "So if we're going to have any kind of success here you boys are going to have to start coming clean with the operational details." "Look, man, we don't know you." "So why don't you relax a little bit on the operational details, all right?" "Okay." "Fair enough." "At least want to tell me how you guys got inside?" "I mean, the Aguilars were a pretty tight-knit family at the time." "Impetrable." "Well, you see, Dan, Alejandro just loved the ladies, man." "Is he watching me?" "In that outfit?" "What do you think?" "I think it's time for you to go get that drink." "( yelling in Spanish )" "I'll pay for the dress." "No, no, no, no." "You do not have to pay for anything." "It was an accident." "( arguing in Spanish )" "( speaks Spanish )" "( yelling in Spanish )" "I am Alejandro." "Angela." "It is nice to meet you, Angela." "If you would like to join us, we have a table over there." "Thank you, but I'm with somebody." "I understand." "What the hell are you thinking?" "I'm not going to hook him by being easy." "Alejandro was dating some beauty queen at the time." "Maybe she's still around." "Ina Perez." "Died in August." "Heroin overdose." "What about the fat guy who ran their club?" "Verdad, amigo?" "Brad Pitt filming a movie here?" "What is the name of this movie?" "Cemetery Wind." "Cemetery Wind?" "That is a great title, my friend." "Vamonos, let's go, huh?" "Come." "What was his name?" "Chato." "Chato Mendoza." "He's still there." "Let's bring him in." "Not so fast!" "Hey!" "( speaks Spanish )" "Where's Alejandro, Chato?" "He's dead." "They're all dead!" "The Aguilars were your meal ticket." "You don't look like you've skipped too many of those, man." "Come on, Chato, he bankrolls your club." "Where do you send his cut?" "Huh?" "Look at this place." "I haven't turned a profit since the old days, man." "All right, fellas, looks like we're going to have to employ some more sophisticated means of motivation." "That's a good idea." "I'll grab the pliers." "I went to the funeral!" "La Iglesia de la Sagra Familia." "I saw him buried!" "He's lying." "No, senor." "No miento." "No le miento, senor." "Graduation Day." "University of Miami." "My guess is they recruited her there." "Pretty soon, the visits stopped, and the calls just came less and less often." "Sir, people who work in intelligence can't tell their families where they go or what they do." "So oftentimes it's easier not to talk to them at all, rather than lie to them all the time." "Doesn't mean she loved you any less." "( knocking on door )" "Are you happy here, Ms. Liston?" "I beg your pardon?" "The Pentagon." "This place is a behemoth." "I'm very happy here, sir." "Thank you for your concern." "How would you like to be a bigger fish in a smaller pond?" "You know, I really don't have time..." "I'm offering you a job, Ms. Liston." "General Counsel to the Directorate of Operations at CIA." "You don't even know me." "I've done my homework." "Berkeley undergrad, Boalt Law..." "And I know from your recent dealings with Mitchell Sykes," "I'd rather have you working for me than against me." "Mr. Metcalfe, you failed to alert the intelligence community that Alejandro Aguilar was still alive." "Ms. Liston, that's untrue..." "Not only did you violate public trust to serve your own interests, but it led to the death of one of your own." "Now from what I hear, you're going to be indicted for gross misconduct." "So my one-time-only free legal advice to you... is hire private counsel." "BOBBY:" "Back home, we'd be cutting through red tape for days to get a body exhumed." "We give these grave diggers a case of Scotch, and we're good to go." "It's a hell of a system." "Well, if whoever or whatever is in that casket gives us a link to Alejandro, it'll be worth a whole truckload of Scotch." "What are the odds it's empty?" "I'll give you five to one." "What's the bet?" "That this Mata Hari wannabe doesn't have a prayer in hell of hooking Aguilar while he's at mass with his mama." "Bob, we're at a church." "Gambling's a sin." "On second thought, put me down for a twenty." "That-a-girl." "Homeboy's having his own religious experience right there." "That's a hundred dollars U.S." "I treated it like it was a game." "We do what it takes to keep ourselves sane, brother." "You did what you had to." "So did she." "Abrelo." "So much for dental records." "We could still get some prints, find out who this poor bastard was." "CHARLIE:" "Prints on the stiff belong to a Chilean national, Federico Peron." "Low-level drug courier." "Disappeared from Santiago about four years ago." "Just around the time we took out the Aguilars." "That's a nice coincidence." "So Alejandro has the guy buried in his place, assumes his identity." "Federico Peron, does that ring a bell to you, Dan?" "No." "Run his prints through the national system, request a J-2 analysis and liaison with the FBI database." "Maybe this Peron had contact with Aguilar." "Maybe that'll help us find him." "Got it, boss." "Come in." "Excuse me, Ms. Liston?" "Master Sergeant Pierce, come on in." "What can I do for you?" "It's about Angela Aaronson's father, ma'am." "I can't imagine." "He just found out what his daughter did for a living and I'd like to give him some closure." "Tell him everything I can about his daughter's life without breaking any laws." "Well, I'd be happy to explain the legal limits of what you can and can't say." "But are you sure you want to get involved personally with this?" "Normally, I wouldn't be so forward." "But..." "I understand what it's like to have questions when somebody dies." "Your husband?" "Yes, ma'am." "Um, when he was killed, I had this need to know every detail." "But all I got was this letter in the mail saying" ""We regret to inform you that" ""your husband was killed by an improvised explosive device."" "Had a feeling in my bones there was more to it than that." "What did you find out?" "That he was scheduled for an RR in Qatar that weekend." "But he gave up his leave when a bunch of men in his unit fell sick with the flu." "I'm sorry." "I was so mad I couldn't see straight." "At the end of the day, do you think you might've been better off not knowing?" "It's not a question of better off, ma'am, it's a question of moving on." "Samantha Liston." "Yes, Mr. Sykes." "What have you got for me?" "Yeah." ""Yeah"?" "Who in the hell taught you phone etiquette, Captain," "Linda Tripp?" "Sorry, sir." "Well, let me talk to him." "How you doing, sir?" "Ms. Liston just got a juicy tidbit from Sykes at the CIA." "I'm all ears, Colonel." "Apparently, just after they requisitioned" "Cemetery Wind files," "Metcalfe started exchanging an unusual number of phone calls and e-mails with one of his case officers down there." "Who?" "The agent's name is Daniel K. Marco." "I got three words for you, kid:" "Watch your ass." "Wake up." "Now, Dan... if we're going to be successful, you're going to have to give me all of your operational details." "JT, you know I can't get into classified..." "One agent is dead already, Dan." "You want to make it two?" "Look, man, we're on the same side." "Then tell me what you know." "For the past year I've been running a counter-narcotics op with Catalan and his CNP boys, okay?" "A new big fish just emerged." "He's got lots of cash, lots of supply, lots of guns." "This fish have a name?" "Federico Peron." "At least, that's what we thought." "The headless horseman." "Yeah." "Except that I didn't know that I was chasing a ghost." "Then the inspector general's office sends out a bunch of suits, starts showing pictures and asking questions about a three-year-old operation." "Cemetery Wind." "So I start looking at the work that you guys did, and I suddenly realize" "Federico is Alejandro, all right?" "He's now back from the dead." "So you lied when you said you never heard of Peron." "Come on, JT, you know how this works, all right?" "My bosses told me to hold my cards close." "That's what I did." "You knew for the last few weeks that Alejandro was on the loose, and you never told a soul." "No, I told my Chief of Station." "And then next thing I know," "I'm on a conference call and I'm briefing Metcalfe himself." "And?" "And Metcalfe said that if we told the Inspector General that Federico was Alejandro, that he'd probably get involved and ruin my entire operation." "That's a year's worth of work gone." "Metcalfe ordered us to continue with the action while he dealt with the I.G." "In the meantime, Alejandro flies to DC and he puts four slugs into Angie." "I don't know how that happened, all right?" "We had him under surveillance." "We even moved up the timetable of the action so we could take him down sooner." "But when we moved in, he was gone." "Are you telling me that someone tipped him off about the takedown?" "Angie's identity?" "How else do you explain it?" "I don't know, Dan." "Metcalfe wanted Agent Aaronson out." "Maybe he promised you a big promotion if you let Alejandro know where she was." "Come on, JT, I didn't have to tell you any of this, man." "I just gave you all of my actionable intel." "BOBBY:" "Sure she's gotten us some intelligence, but can she close the deal?" "Listen to me, she knows what she's doing, all right?" "She's one of us." "Look, man, I'm not going to blame you for falling for her..." "I'm not falling for her." "She is CIA, all right?" "She is definitely not one of us." "MARCO:" "You're just going to have to trust me on this." "I don't, and I won't." "I'll see you in hell." "Come on, man!" "What, are you crazy?" "!" "Yeah, a little bit." "All right, okay, okay, okay!" "All right, fine." "I'll share all my tech data with you." "I'll give you names, I'll give you places," "I'll give you dates." "You can decide for yourself if I'm on the up and up, okay?" "Okay?" "Okay." "PIERCE:" "What's this?" "Agent Aaronson's file." "Every breath she took while she worked for the Company." "Now I don't have to tell you it doesn't leave this office." "You're cleared to look through it." "When you're done, we can talk about how and what you're free to share with Mr. Aaronson." "Thank you." "This is a hell of an operation" "Federico/Alejandro had going." "A thousand kilos a month?" "That was the big mystery." "How's this Chilean guy show up from out of nowhere with these kind of management skills?" "The big mystery now is who's the rat who tipped him off and got our girl killed." "Who are you?" "What are you doing with my brother?" "What Alejandro and I do is none of your damn business." "None of my damn business?" "None of my damn business..." "He's my brother." "And I will do everything and anything to protect him." "Look at me." "Let's take a ride." "Why?" "Because my brother... is weak." "He sees a beautiful woman... maybe she's not what she says she is." "What the hell?" "First the pretty boy and now this guy?" "Hey, go home, my friend." "I'm not going anywhere." "You going to disrespect me like that?" "( speaking Spanish )" "Don't..." "Hey!" "Hello." "Major, it's Greg." "I have that info." "It's that NSA dude" " Greg." "Put him on speaker." "What have you got for us, Greg?" "Right before this Peron guy was reported missing in Santiago, he bought a plane ticket." "Let me guess" " Bogota." "Bingo, Major." "Hope he didn't buy a round-trip ticket." "Well, the interesting thing is that the amount of the ticket corresponds exactly to a voucher submitted to the Intelligence Contingency Fund by a CIA case officer two days earlier." "Can you get me that ICF citation number?" "Sent." "Hand me that ledger." "Yeah, thought so." "The account belonged to my predecessor." "He gave the cash over to one of his HUMINT sources." "Any idea who it is?" "Let's find out." "Oh, you son of a bitch." "Code name Snow Cone." "Who's that?" "MARCO:" "My boy Javier Catalan." "I've been running this guy for a year." "He's been a real asset." "Sounds like he's been running you." "He always seemed legit." "He got the money for Peron to fly to Bogota, buried him in" "Alejandro's place and he knew you moved up the timetable to take him down, right?" "What about Agent Aaronson?" "How would Catalan have known about her?" "You said the IG's office sent down a bunch of suits, showing pictures, asking questions about Cemetery Wind?" "Yeah." "Did they interview Catalan?" "Oh." "Anybody here got a chainsaw?" "JT:" "As much as we all want to cut this guy to pieces, we've got to do this smart, all right?" "We're going to have breach points here and here." "If he tries to go out the service entrance, we're going to have a team waiting." "Hey." "Que pasa?" "We found Alejandro." "Fantastic." "How?" "JT:" "NSA picked up a cell conversation he had with a contact in Caracas." "He's headed there tonight at 10:00 p.m." "We're going to grab him at the airport." "We're going to need some of your boys for backup, all right?" "I'll make some calls." "You got a smoke?" "We got his ESN tagged?" "I'm on it." "Intercept it." "Si." "Quien es?" "We got him." "( speaking Spanish )" "Comprende?" "Comprendo." "Talk to me, Greg." "Keep your pants on, Major." "There you go." "Ooh." "Looks like your boy's holed up on some primo real estate." "( speaking Spanish )" "Why don't you tell us, cabron?" "Hmm?" "Tell me something..." "What's a woman's life worth in this town, anyway?" "Honestly... not that much." "I keep telling you, man... she's been working for me for the last three years." "You know, she's a hell of a saleswoman." "She had me believing that she loved me." "What are you doing in Bogota?" "Cell phones." "Hawk your phones somewhere else." "Whoa, JT..." "Hey, JT, come on." "What are you doing?" "She was gung-ho, Bob." "What are you doing?" "I was handling it." "You weren't handling it." "You were about to get in the car with that guy." "What do you say we go take a ride?" "I wasn't going to get in a car with that psycho." "Whatever." "He suspects you now." "So we either have to move on them now, go home or die." "Go home or die." "You need his cell phone data, right?" "Yeah, it's the Holy Grail." "Okay, I'll take care of it." "What do you mean, you're going to take care of it, Angie?" "That thing's like his shadow." "How are you going to take care of it?" "There's no shadows when the lights are off." "I got some bad newstoday." "They, uh, they need me on a project back in the States." "I'll go with you." "Right." "Who's gonna tell your family?" "Angela, I hate everything about my family." "You think I want this to be my life?" "Cocaine?" "Killing?" "No, no, no." "I love you." "And if you say the word," "I will go with you." "It's all there." "Names, numbers, the whole infrastructure." "I'm gonna go take a shower." "JT:" "She said she could handle it." "I never would've sent her in otherwise." "You can't change the past, man." "But what you can do is set things right." "You ready?" "All right, boys." "Give me a visual." "I got two guards in the courtyard." "One fixed, one roaming." "Marco." "MARCO:" "One more on the balcony overlooking the city." "What do you see, JT?" "Are you there?" "Do you copy?" "JT:" "Yeah, I copy." "MARCO:" "What do you see?" "A ghost." "All right, listen up." "He's in the pool." "On me." "Five, four..." "We either have to move on them now, go home or die." "Go home or die." "Three." "Two." "One." "Status." "Clear." "Two down, all clear." "Clear." "Sweep the house." "Hey." "Please." "I can make you rich." "Tell me why she let you live." "Please..." "Tell me." "Who are you, the police?" "Shut up." "You're going to kill me, is that it?" "Blow my head off because my family is bad?" "You know, you are not a murderer." "I told you I would leave and I mean it." "I said shut up!" "Angela, please." "You cannot kill me." "I promise, I disappear." "Nobody will know that you let me live." "I... am not like my family." "And neither are you." "Get up!" "Angela!" "She had a heart." "She couldn't even pull the trigger." "But you could." "So can I." "You okay?" "It's done." "REPORTER:" "CIA Director of Operations Raymond Metcalfe was charged this morning in a sealed indictment." "Though the details are classified, sources say the arrest is related to the recent shooting death of..." "It's a bad day at Langley." "Welcome back, kid." "Dismissed." "So, uh..." "How was your vacation?" "I ended up working the whole time, sir." "Yeah, well, vacatis can be very stressful, what with the time change, security at the airport, taxi lines." "Hell, you come home, you need a vacation from your vacation." "So, if you want to take a few more days, there's no problemo." "I thought I was cut loose indefinitely, sir." "Nah." "Your pal Sonny took care of that." "She got you reinstated." "Got those spots off your record." "You're good to go." "You know, I keep thinking about what more I could've done." "The planning, the training." "Some things can't be trained, son." "You can take a battle-hardened boot." "He can't always kill a man when he's looking him straight in the eye." "You gotta think of all the good things that she did, and at the end of the day, you, you just take comfort in that math, son." "Thank you, sir." "All right." "Dismissed." ""Suicide Bomber Thwarted in Tel Aviv."" ""Terrorist Cell Member Detained at Canadian Border with Explosives."" "What is this?" "Just trying to get you reacquainted with your daughter, sir." "Angela was involved in all this?" "Regretfully, sir, I can't comment on matters of national security." "She was a hero." "This seat taken?" "What's this?" "A transcript of Angie's rainy day file on Metcalfe." "I already know Metcalfe was investigating her." "But, what you didn't know is that Metcalfe threatened to come down on you if she didn't brk it off." "She really loved you, Major." "Is that what the file says?" "Oh, come on, I'm a girl." "I don't need a file to tell me that." "You know what I loved about her most?" "Her heart." "And that's what ended up getting her killed." "I'm sorry." "Yeah, me, too." "I guess now I realize why you're such a hardass." "It's how you stay alive." "Who you calling a hardass, Liston?" "Excuse me?" "I'm not the one named after a heavyweight champion." "Yeah, well, you know," "I don't have to make weight, so are you, are you gonna eat all those fries?"