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I’m getting my turtleneck. I’m not defusing a bomb in this! You little, you sack of shit. I dumped you because you’re dragging around a 35-year-old umbilical cord! So, thanks for nothing Carol. Now, I have to break into ISIS headquarters—in a $900 turtleneck. And if it gets ruined, I’m going to make you drink heavy cream, you … Carol., 6I have to go, but if I find one dog hair when I come back I’ll rub sand into your dead little eyes. I also need you to buy sand. I don’t know if they grade it, but … coarse. Idiots doing idiot things, because they’re idiots. Woodhouse, we got any lube? Like even olive oil at this point would … help me get that drawer unstuck. You know, I bet there’s a lesson to be learned from all this, but I … oh shit, my rug! ants I swear to god I had something for this. You better call Kenny Loggins. ‘Cause you’re in the danger zone. Can’t or won’t? Lying is like 95% of what I do. I’m not saying I invented the turtleneck. But I was the first person to realize its potential as a tactical garment. The tactical turtleneck! The… tactleneck!. 6I have to go, but if I find one dog hair when I come back I’ll rub sand into your dead little eyes. I also need you to buy sand. I don’t know if they grade it, but … coarse. That’s how you get ants. Phrasing See that? He was putting on his pants, and I stopped him. So you just watch your step, mister … dammit. Hey! I’m serious. Look at me, seriously, Lana. Forget the eye bandage, but the hair, the strong jawline—who do I remind you of? Hm? Sorry I was picturing Whore Island. Hey Cyril. Cyril. CYRIL! I’m saving Lana, as usual! Holy Shit Snacks God, everything makes you uncomfortable. Just the tip? Hey, I know you’re upset, but if you ever mention my mother’s loins or their frothiness to me again, I don’t know what I’ll do … but it will be bad. Now let’s go bury this dead hooker. And your shoes! Because how hard is it to poach a goddamn egg properly? Seriously, that’s like Eggs 101, Woodhouse. How’d you get life insurance, Lana? Don’t they know you’re in the danger zone? Lying is like 95% of what I do.. Hey, we’re out there risking our lives every—many of the days! Lying is like 95% of what I do. Mine always said, “Sterling, come in here and check me for lumps.” Holy shit, was that out loud?, You know, when I was little I used to pretend that you weren’t my mother. You’re not my supervisor! You little, you sack of shit. I dumped you because you’re dragging around a 35-year-old umbilical cord! If you let me into the mainframe, I’ll drop these donuts. And then you can pretend you’re a hungry hungry … hungry hippo. Hey. Hey, proposition: first person to untie me, guy or gal, I will let him or her give me a handy. Come on, let’s share the milk of human kindness! Can’t or won’t? loins. Danger zone I’m getting my turtleneck. I’m not defusing a bomb in this! Hey, I know you’re upset, but if you ever mention my mother’s loins or their frothiness to me again, I don’t know what I’ll do … but it will be bad. Now let’s go bury this dead hooker., Holy Shit Snacks Sploosh! I’m not saying I invented the turtleneck. But I was the first person to realize its potential as a tactical garment. The tactical turtleneck! The… tactleneck! Lana How’d you get life insurance, Lana? Don’t they know you’re in the danger zone?.