[Harry catches Agent Type feeling up Harmony, who's passed out.]

You know what? You'd better be her doctor.

[Agent Type looks up, busted.]

Walk away, don't think, just do it.

What are you, her brother or something? It's none of your business, man. I will **** you up.

[coolly]

No. You'll try, and that little experiment will end in tears, my friend. So, again for the cheap seats, do not think, walk the **** away - or let's you and me go outside right now. It's past my bedtime. Make a choice.