All right, I'll bite. What's your plan now, boss man? Because I'm dying for you to tell me. [pause] What? Nothing to say?
We're sitting on the marina for Christ's sake!
I've noticed it.
They're hundreds of boats at the docks...
We've been through all this!
Remind us how that worked out last time.
Well... uh... we... we'll go quietly this time. We wait until... uh... it gets a little quiet then we'll go down the back stairs and uh...
We tiptoe to the marina... on foot in broad daylight with little cover and just search every boat until we find the right one with the key? Great plan!
I can't believe you're even suggesting this after what happened!
What are you saying? What... are you saying that Terry's death was my fault? Are you blaming me for what happened?
I was practically begging you not to go, but you and Terry wouldn't listen to me!
And if I had, do you really think Terry would have listened to me? Huh?



