Agent Paxton: Congratulations, Dr. Goodspeed. You did it.
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Thank you, sir.
Agent Paxton: You know, for a while there, I didn’t think you were going to make it. Well done, son. So where’s Mason?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Vaporized. Blown out to sea.
Agent Paxton: Blown out to sea, huh?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Yeah.
Agent Paxton: Poor bastard.
Director Womack: Goodspeed, where’s Mason? Where’s his body? I wanna see that son of a bitch!
Agent Paxton: Vaporized, sir. Excuse me, gentlemen.
Director Womack: What? Vaporized? A body can vaporize?
Dr. Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, yeah! Absolutely, sir.
Handsome Internet Expert: Now maybe when this thing has finished its searching, we could go to this, uh, this neat little bar I know and, uh, have a little drink. What do you say?
Elizabeth ‘Libby’ Parsons: Yeah. I just have to check in with my parole officer first.
Handsome Internet Expert: You’ve been to jail?
Elizabeth ‘Libby’ Parsons: Actually prison. Jail is a different thing.
Handsome Internet Expert: [laughs nervously] So what did you do? Not pay your parking tickets?
Elizabeth ‘Libby’ Parsons: Oh, no. I was convicted of murdering my husband.
Handsome Internet Expert: You’re kidding, right?
Elizabeth ‘Libby’ Parsons: No, I’m not. “Sliced and Diced” the paper called it. Can you believe that?