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: [holding Simon at the edge of an aquaduct
] Son of a bitch, Did you think you can elude us forever, Carlos, huh? Simon
: Hey, you got the wrong guy! My name's Simon! Just let me go. There's no need to kill me. I haven't seen your...
[Harry and Gib remove their masks
: face. No, no, no I didn't see it, I didn't see it!
[realizes that it is Harry
: Oh, it's you! Hey, you still interested in that 'Vette at all? Gib
: Hey, Carlos? Game's over. Your career as an international terrorist is well documented. Simon
: No... Gib
: -Oh, yeah. Simon
: No... Gib
: Oh, yeah! Simon
: No! Gib
: OH, YEAH! Simon
: No, I sell cars! That's all! C'mon, I'm not a terrorist. I'm actually a complete coward, if I ever saw a gun, I'd... Harry
: [Harry takes his gun out and points it in Simon's face
: [Whining and pleading
] Oh God, no, please don't kill me. I'm not a spy. I'm nothing. I'm navel lint! I have to lie to women to get laid, and I don't score much. I got a little dick, it's pathetic!
[Harry and Gib gave Simon a weird look, then Simon pees his pants
: Wha, uh, oh God. Would a spy pee himself, huh? Please, I'm not worth a bullet. Oh, mercy sir! Harry
] Get the fuck out of here. Just go, just beat it. Simon
: No, no, as soon as I turn, you're gonna shoot me! You're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me! Gib
: [Gib and Harry get into their van
] Get lost, dipshit.
[fires a few rounds into the ground near Simon
: Let's face it. The 'Vette... gets 'em wet!
: I have to lie to women to get laid. Even then I don't score much. I got a little dick, it's pathetic!
: [trying to sell Harry a Corvette
] You see, it's not just a car. It's a total image. An identity you have to go for. This isn't some high-tech sports car. Tell you the truth, it doesn't even handle that great. But that's not the idea, is it? What are we talking about here? Pussy, right? Harry
: [fake laughs
] Absolutely. Simon
: Let's face it, Harry. The 'Vette gets 'em wet.
: Did you read the papers yesterday? Helen Tasker
: Yes. Simon
: Sometimes a story's a mask for a covert operation. See "Two men killed in a restroom and two unidentified men in a running shootout ending at the Marriot." Helen Tasker
: That was you. Harry Tasker
: [listening to their conversation with Gib
: You see... Harry Tasker
: [whispers to Gib
] That was me. Simon
: You're very good. You recognize my style. You're a natural at this. Gib
: The guy's a fake, man. He's taking credit for our moves. Helen Tasker
: What happened? Simon
: Hardly worth talking about. Two of them won't bother me again. Gib
: Unbelievable! Helen Tasker
: You chased one? Simon
: Something came over me. I just had to nail this guy no matter what the risk. Pretty hairy. I thought he had me a couple of times. But I can't take credit. Helen Tasker
: Why not? Simon
: It's the training. It shapes you into a lethal instrument. You react in a microsecond without thinking. Gib
] I'm startin' to like this guy.
[Harry gives him a mean look
: [gets serious
] We still gotta kill him. That's a given. You know.
[Simon attempting to have sex with Helen
] Helen Tasker
: No, I can't. I can't!
[Simon still persuing
: If not for me, Helen, do it for your country!
: Okay, just ask yourself: What do women really want? You take these bored housewives, married to the same guy for years, they're stuck in a rut, then need some release! Promise of adventure, a hint of danger. I create that for them. Harry
: So basically, your lying your ass off the whole time. See, I can't do that. Simon
: What are you, a boy scout? No, no, no, think of it as playing a role as fantasy. I mean, you got to work on their dreams. Get them out of their daily surburban grind for a few hours. Harry
: But what about their husbands? Simon
: Dickless! I mean, let's face it, if they took care of business, I'd be out of business! You know what I mean?
: [fake laughs
] Those idiots!
: [hitting on a woman at the party
] Here, let me pour you some more champaigne. I gotta keep up the waiter bit, these stakeouts can be a little tricky you know, you never know if things can explode to a life or death situation, just stay low and I'll contact you later. Maybe you should give me your tele... Harry
: [puts his hand in Simon
] So, we meet again Carlos. Helen Tasker
: [puts her lipstick case under Simon's chin
] Honey, I'm gonna do him right here. Harry
] Go for it. Simon
: Oh god.
[pees in his pants
] Helen Tasker
: Fear is not an option.
[Simon runs out of the party nervously screaming
: So who are you working on right now? Simon
: I always got a few on the line. But there's this one chick I got right now. I got her panting like a dog. Its great. Harry
: What does she do? Simon
: Some sort of legal secretary. Married to some boring jerk. Harry
: Married to some boring jerk. Simon
: Aww, but she could be so hot if she wanted to. She's like all these babes, you get their pilot lit, they could suck start a leafblower. And she's got the most incredible body too and a pair of titties that make you wanna stand up and beg for buttermilk. Ass like a ten year old boy! AHAHAHAHA! Simon
: [Harry punches him in the face instantly breaking Simon's neck and the daydream ends
: Take her! Take her! Oh, god, don't hurt me!