Carl?

[to Bernard Abbot]

The, uh, young lady with the Uzi, is she single?

Uh, you know, Carl. [sets Carl aside] Carl, this is the brass ring. Now you've got to think bigger thoughts.

I just want her telephone number, that's all. Please?

Hey Abby, how about a lunch? You can chaperon.

No, I will not do this. [Male NSA agents smirk]

Hey, Abby, Abby, come on, now the FBI'd give him twins-

NO!

Wait a second. You can have anything you want, and you're asking for my phone number?

Yes.

273-9164. Area code 415.

Thanks. I'm Carl. [offers hand]

[smiles while shaking Carl's hand]

I'm Mary.

I'm going to be sick. Are we done here?

Not yet. Whistler?

I want peace on earth and good will toward man.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

He's serious.

I want peace on earth and goodwill toward men.

We are the United States Government! We don't do that sort of thing.

You're just gonna have to try.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

Thank you very much. That's all I ask.