Scene: Lab. Curtis, Ethan, Barry. Ethan is demonstrating operating procedure for a piece of lab equipment.

Ethan: "So for the final step in the procedure, we take the test tube over here to the..."

(at this point, the test tube slips out of Ethan's tongs and falls into a trash can)

Ethan: "Oh, no! Now the sample is contaminated."

Barry: "Well, can't you get another one? This was just a paint sample. There must be more."

Ethan: "But we have to go out and get it, then process it. Dr. Hunt was expecting this analysis to be finished by now. What am I going to do?"

Curtis: "Maybe I could inject you with something and we could fake your death."

Ethan: "That sounds kind of dangerous."

Curtis: "Not as dangerous as telling Dr. Hunt you ruined the sample she needed."

Ethan: "Good point. Got any curare laying around?"

Barry: "You guys are wimps. Here she comes. Tell you what: I'll fall on the Dr. Hunt grenade. When you hear me talk in Latin, take off. Go get another sample."

Ethan (saluting): "It was nice working with you, Mr. Gray. I'll always remember your brave sacrifice."

(at this point, Megan enters the lab. We have seen her approach through the glass doors.)

Megan: "Ethan! Where's my analysis on that paint sample? Why are you guys just standing around here?"

Ethan: "Well..."

Barry: "Ethan was demonstrating usage of some of the lab equipment. We had a little issue with the sample."

Megan: "A little issue?"

(she comes over and gets in Barry's face. Curtis and Ethan are trying to surreptitiously move toward the door.)

Megan: "What did you do?"

Barry: "I didn't touch anything. It's just one of those little things that happens once in a while. Used to refer to it by the Latin phrase 'Canis meus id comedit.'"

(Megan starts puzzling this out. While she is distracted, Curtis and Ethan bolt)

Megan: "I took Latin, mister. You can't snow me. Canis is dog, meus is my, comedit is past tense of the verb 'to eat'..."

Megan (furiously): "My dog ate it? What kind of an answer is that, Mr. Gray?"

Barry: "The kind that lets Ethan and Curtis escape to go get a new sample."

Megan: "What?"

(she looks around)

Megan: "Where did they go? And what is your part in this?"

Barry: "Ethan dropped the sample. He and Curtis are going out to get another one. They'll process it when they get back. We know it's a priority."

Megan (frustrated, but calming down): "Well, why the song and dance? Why didn't they just tell me?"

Barry: "They're scared of you. I offered to stay behind as the blast shield."

Megan: "I'm not that bad."

Barry: "I know that. Not sure Ethan does. You intimidate him."

Megan: "But not you."

Barry shrugs.

Megan: "Ethan and Curtis are afraid of me, and you I couldn't budge with a bulldozer. Exactly backwards of how I want it to be."

Barry: "Into each life some rain must fall. Try being nicer to them, and still bark at me. I can take it. I've been a Little League umpire."

Megan: "So where did you learn that if you never took Latin?"

Barry: "On the internet, repository of all knowledge. I found it on a website of handy Latin phrases once a few years ago. Here's a good one: me transmitte sursum, Caledoni!"

Megan: "Something about lift me up with a transmission, Caledonian."

Barry: "Not bad. Caledonia is present-day Scotland. They were going for 'Beam me up, Scotty!'"

Megan (laughing, shakes her head): "You're nuts."

Barry: "When my wife was pregnant with our first child, I had a T-shirt made up with 'Scotty, beam me out of here!" across the belly."

Megan: "How did that go over?"

Barry: "Had a number of women tell me they were much more interested in doing the whole pregnancy thing if they could use a transporter at the finish line. Wanted me to give them a call when I got that technology working."

Megan: "Did you?"

Barry: "Still some glitches. Nice idea, though. Instead of going through hours of labor, you just stand on a transporter pad, some technician fiddles with a dial, sparkly-sparkly, and they hand you your kid."

Megan: "I went through 7 hours of labor myself. I can see the interest. You can make a lot of money when you get that perfected. I still think you're crazy, though."

Barry: "Just a misunderstood genius."

Megan: "Well, misunderstood genius, tell Curtis and Ethan to let me know when they are finished processing their second paint sample. Make sure we don't need a third."

Barry: "Will do. Die dulci fruimini."

Megan: "The day will be sweet? Pleasant? Oh, have a nice day. Thanks. I think."

(end scene)