You fat son of a bitch.
[soldier] Cover her!
Nice work, Mr Big Fatso.
I"m the man, l"m the man, l"m the man.
Barb, l"m gonna have to ask you to drop your weapons.
You"ll love this, Barb. Not only do I get the lenses,
but I get a million dollars bounty on you, and a million for the good doctor
for turning you in to the Congressionals.
Not to mention the 750,000 credit on the debit card.
[laughs]
Don"t you just love it when a plan comes together.
[Fatso continues chuckling]
The face may deceive, but the eyes never lie.
Do they, Dr Devonshire?.
Washington has been in such an uproar since you ran away.
I can"t tell you how eager we are to have you back.
Whore.
Chief Willis, arrest these people.
I had nothing to do with what happened to Charlie,
and l"m sorry.
- Don"t move! - Look out, she"s got a grenade!
Take cover!
Agghh!
Floor it!
Hang on.
Ah, jeez, we"re gonna die.
Oh, God!
Goddamn you, Willis, l"ll break you in half.
- How do I get on the plane now?. - If we survive this, l"ll kill you.
[gunfire, ricochets]