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| Mission accomplished, mon capitan. As requested, here is my expense report. | |
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| 3200 pounds of C4?!? What the fuck did you need all that for? | |
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| Well, when I got to Texas, I wasn't sure which jail you wanted me to take care of. So I blew up all of them. | |
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| Not 'jail', you assmonkey! JAEL! You were supposed to take out JAEL! Can't you do anything right? | |
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| Sorry, sir. Sometimes I get confused. | |
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| That's why I wrote that little note in smelly markers and pinned it to your jacket along with your mittens. | |
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