pt.9
(Sloane's office)
Sloane: Jack! My man! What is up?
Jack: Uh...nothing. I guess. (confused) So,uh...how's..it..hanging.?.
Sloane: A little to the left. (starts laughing) No, actually I just got done watching Buffy.
Jack: You said you wanted to talk?
Sloane: Oh, yeah. I need you to go to Cuba and get me some cigars.
Jack: I need to go to Cuba to get you cigars?
Sloane: Oh, I almost forgot. You need to go get Inini Hassan and kill him. Make sure you get the cigars that come in those little black boxes. (pulls out some money) And take this to get yourself a little something extra. Maybe a nice straw hat or oooohhhh! Some of those wicker sandles!

(Sydney and Dixon are on an airplane)
Sydney: (closes her eyes)
(FLASHBACK-at secret warehouse)
Sydney: Let me get this straight. When Dixon and I get off the plane, I'll throw the disk into the trash. You come pick it up, copy it, then place it back in my purse. Right?
Vaughn: Yeah, but the CIA really isn't going to make me wear janitor clothing, are they?
(END FLASHBACK)
Dixon: Sydney! Wake up! We're here.
Sydney: I'm awake.
(they walk off the plane)
Sydney: (spots Vaughn-wearing a Gucci suit with a sign on his back that says "janitor") Oh brother! (drops disk into trash and walks off)
Vaughn:(rushes over to trash) Oohh! Gross! (reaches into trash can and picks it up) I just had a manicure! (rushes into janitor closet-stares at disk) Now how do I copy this? (takes it over to the Xerox machine) That was easy!

(Sydney's apartment)
Sydney: Francie, the turkey looks beautiful.
Francie: Well it should! I paid Boston Market 50 bucks for it.
Sydney: Oohh. Is this chocolate cake for dessert?
Francie: No, that's a snack I made for myself. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to cook an entire Thanksgiving meal.
Sydney: Where'd you get the pumpkin pie from?
Francie: My girlfriend Sara Lee!

(Cuba-Jack is sitting at a cafe)
Jack: Yes, I would like a little low-fat oatmeal and a black coffee. (purposely knocks fork off table)
Waitress: I'll get that.
Jack: (Watches as waitress bends over) Thank you. (looks over and sees Hissan)
(they both start running. After about a block they both stop)
Jack: (out of breath) Let's..just..call..it...a...truce..
Hissan: (out of breath) O..k...there's..a...strip..club..down..the..street. You..wanna..go?
Jack: Yeah...but.let's..take..a..cab.