Jail

Charlie: Get him off!

Mike: You put me here!

Get him off!

Charlie: Get him out of here!

Bello: You put me in here!

Mike : Get off! I'll kill you! Get him off!

[Groans]

Bello: I trusted you!

Charlie: Get him the hell out of here! How did he get in here? Get out!

Charlie: Paul! Johnny, where's Briggs? Johnny: I don't know. What's up?

Charlie: Paul? You okay? Paul? I'm fine. I just think I... Paul!

Paige: Whoa, hey. Come here. God!

Hold on to me.

Charlie, what happened? He's fine. Charlie: Paulie!

Briggs: Chuckie, relax.

Mike: My ears work faster than my legs. Okay?

[Groans]

Briggs: Whoa, whoa, Warren, you are unwell, my friend.

Charlie: The guard brought Bello in while we were sitting there. He started attacking Mike. It... it had to be an Odin thing, 'cause nobody showed up for the visitation.

Briggs: Charlie, pause. You know, you were right.

Charlie: We should've never put him in there.

Briggs: Yeah, you think?

Tora! Tora! Tora!, huh, Mikey? Yeah, Mikey, I gotta move that couch... Johnny.

Meeting at the Bureau

Clarke: Agent Warren. Jesus. How's your health?

Mike: Between you and me, not very good, sir.

Clarke: Go on, sit down. Thank you, sir. Here, I want to read you something. This is "why I want to be an FBI agent," by Michael Warren, age nine. Wow. Uh... Heh. Might as well have just said, "Why I want to be my grandpa." "The FBI is the best law enforcers in the world."Every day, they put bad people in prison "and protect America."If there is a crime, the FBI stops it. "The most important thing to an FBI agent is truth and justice."

I like that line.

Mike: I was a little kid with big dreams.

Johnny: Oh, that's just Mike. Sorry, ladies. Keep bouncing. Yo, Mikey. He's not here yet? No such luck. You want to get in?

Mike: No, thanks, Johnny. I almost died today.

Let me know.

Charlie: You okay?

Mike: Never better.

No, he just, uh, gave me a pat on the back.

Charlie: You deserve a hell of a lot more than that, Mikey.

Briggs: Couldn't have done it without you, buddy.

Paige: I need to talk to you.

Briggs: Lady's calling. Better go.

Yo, JT, what's the story with the lovers' quarrel, huh?

Johnny: They're not saying.

Pissed

[Door slams]

Johnny: Hey, all y'all, listen up! Hey, you know, none of us asked to be here, but, damn it, here we are. You know, you could all run around pretending like we're not family, but guess what? That's what you call six people all living in one house!

[Sighs]

Damn it, guys. We got a job where, every freakin' day, we're out there playing bosom buddies with killers and drug dealers. So excuse the hell out of me if I'm looking for an excuse to forget about all that! Is that too much to ask for?

Get him off! You put me here! Get him off! Get him out of here! You put me in here! Get off! I'll kill you! Get him off! [Groans] I trusted you! Get him the hell out of here! How did he get in here? Get out!

Paul! Johnny, where's Briggs? I don't know. What's up? Paul? You okay? Paul? I'm fine. I just think I... Paul! Whoa, hey. Come here. God! Hold on to me. Charlie, what happened? He's fine. Paulie! Chuckie, relax. My ears work faster than my legs. Okay? [Groans] Whoa, whoa, Warren, you are unwell, my friend. The guard brought Bello in while we were sitting there. He started attacking Mike. It... it had to be an Odin thing, 'cause nobody showed up for the visitation. Charlie, pause. You know, you were right. We should've never put him in there. Yeah, you think? Tora! Tora! Tora!, huh, Mikey? Yeah, Mikey, I gotta move that couch... Mike: Johnny.