[walks up to K, who is now the postmaster of Truro, Massachusetts at a post office; K’s name tag reads ”Kevin Brown”]
Kevin. Heh. Wow. Kevin. That's funny. You don't have a ”Kevin”... You don't remember me, but we used to work together.
I never worked in a funeral home. Somethin’ I can do for you, Slick?
Okay. Straight to the point. [whispers in a serious voice] You are a former agent of a top-secret organization that monitors extraterrestrials on Earth. We're the Men in Black. We have a situation, and we need your help.
There's a free mental health clinic at the corner of Lilac and East Valley. Next!
Excuse me.
Hey.
20 Rugrats stamps, please.
Elizabeth. The United States Postal Service hasn't quite kept up with today's youth, but I can offer you some Berlin airlift stamps.
[shakes her head]
No.
Opera legends?
[shakes her head]
No.
American Samoa?
[shakes her head]
No.
Amish quilts?
No.
[moves Elizabeth over]
I'm sorry, sweetie. Got a world to save here. [turns back to K] There was no coma. It was all a cover.
Who are you?
The question is, who are you?
I'm the postmaster of Truro, Massachusetts, and I'm ordering you to leave these premises.
