[Jerry's silent captors are strapping him down in a wheelchair.]

So, you guys must be spooks, right? Spooks? C.I.A.? Come on, say something. Please?

[The spooks start duct-taping his limbs in place]

I was right! I was right! Uh... what was I right about?

[A blindingly bright light is shined in his face]

I wasn't right about anything. I was wrong. I was wrong!
...

To whom have you been talking, Jerry?

Talking? I talk to all kinds of people. I mean, I drive a cab. I talk to people all day long.

Who else knows what we know?

What we... what do we know?

[sternly]

Who else knows what we know, Jerry?

What? Tell me what. What do we know? What do we know? If I know what we know, then I could tell you what we know, and if someone else knows. Okay? I mean, it's... you gotta be more specific.
...

[Dr. Jonas holds up a syringe full of an unknown chemical.]

Wh-what is that?

Gravy for the brain.

No... not gravy!