do you realize what a shitstorm we're in? go on -- tell me. and you heard no sounds of violence 'til then? bill? why don't you think about that? take a second and just think about that. think. real. fucking. hard. okay -- here's what happened tonight -- poor christy came home alone and interrupted a burglary. that sound logical? we're going to have to sanitize this place. alan, did you have sex with her? bill, you're going to have to examine her. i just made you one. i'll take that. thanks for sharing. it's all going to be fine, alan. i'll take care of everything just like i always do. gentlemen? gee, guys, maybe it was the bogeyman -- don't forget to check under the bed -- -- you may have buried us! -- -- you think he's going to just sit around waiting for us? -- asshole -- a two-way mirror. -- it's all we've got -- and he's got the letter opener -- blood, fingerprints -- jesus, think what he can do -- the country would have to be informed, mr. president. burton says it's a flesh wound -- are you serious about that press conference, alan? shall i bring mrs. richmond home for it? we checked his license plate -- he stole the car from a police impoundment lot. burton doesn't think he will. he could be a little more than that, alan -- he saw. he was in the building -- he took a guided tour. i've never dealt with blackmail -- -- you a mind reader too? * 'i don't want money.' you finished your recruiting speech? because i'd like to know how i handle this. gee, bill, that could be construed as criticism. do you really want me as an enemy? fine -- you win the pissing contest -- -- what should i do? then what? thank you, mr. president. and thank you, mr. president. you sent it to me this afternoon. your gift, alan -- i was overwhelmed -- and your note was so gratifying -- yes, yes, you think i don't know your writing? i assumed you wanted me to wear it tonight. what, alan? it's not precisely the first time, mr. president. * the music is building to climax now. their movements become more grand. only because you have so much on your plate, alan; we wanted to spare you. he sent me a polaroid of the letter opener yesterday. you're both assholes, now move -- we're working round the clock.