Evans: Morning. Downey: Evans. Evans: Downey. Is that the last donut with red, white and
blue sprinkles? (Downey: takes dramatic bite out of donut) Evans: What did I tell you would happen...
if you ate the last donut with red, white and blue sprinkles? Downey: Little foggy
on it, but I think it was something like 'raining down hellfire.' Evans: That's right. Downey:
And here I am without an umbrella. Evans: I feel a storm brewing...