You guys aren’t chasing anyone?
“Nah. Gonna sit here, two minutes from now people are gonna wander over and tell me how great I am.”
Where did you all get golf carts from all of a sudden?
“Rakow got a baker’s dozen of ’em for us.”
“And he has access to a Time Sheath.”
True. What are you doing here, Phil?
“I forgot to tell you: I’m running for Congress.”
It’s bad enough your sound system is running for President: you can’t run for something, too.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Which way did Bobby go?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Which way, man?”
I don’t exactly know where you are. Or when.
“Stop being a pain in the ass and point in a direction.”
“Thanks. Step on it!”
“Billy’s back in the chase, Ass!”
Dammit. Keep that thing away from me.
“Oh, yeah: you’re scared of the bears. You should get to know them.”
I’ll know your flesh as my dinner.
Yeah, that’s the kind of bullshit I don’t need to deal with, Billy.
“Which-a way did-a da Bobby go?”
Oh, it can’t be.
“It’s-a da golf cart-a parade.”
Not a thing. Go back to the Vatican.
“Look, I gotta da Arab.”
I see your Arab.
“Gotta catch-a da Bobby. I’m-a playing da Popemon Go.
I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s dumb.
“Okay. Dominus Vobiscum. If-a you see-a da Benedict, don’t tell-a him where-a we go.”
Why would I see–
“Vere is ze Frau Martin-Godchaux-McKay-Stamos? I vish to speak viz her.”
Why are you wearing a cape?
“I also vant to suck her blood.”
Get out of here! This makes no goddamned sense!
What the hell is that?
We’re done here.