(nervously) Was it, um, the paper airplanes? Or-or the-the dancing? It was the dancing, wasn't it? I mean I don't-I don't have to dance. And look, I know I say "what up" a lot, and I'll definitely limit the number of times that I say it, but you just need to tell me, boss, what I need to do and what I don't need to do and I'll do it, or I won't do it but you know 'cause this-this is just--
So the night's not a total bust. But I still have to deal with this (looks over at numerous broken bottles and glasses on the floor). Perp's DNA and fingerprints could be right in front of us.
You'll have to excuse the mess, we just had the place fumigated. (sees a roach and puts his briefcase down right on top of it) Clearly, they did a bang-up job. But uh, I guess it's just as well, we come from the same species, right? What, you don't like lawyer jokes?