My results speak for themselves; you just hold me to a different standard!
You buried my Easter eggs five feet underground.
And I left loose dirt to indicate a fresh dig.
Yeah, under a camouflage tarp covered in bricks and broken glass!
That was the giveaway! Pardon me for trying to challenge you!
It took me three weeks to "close the egg investigation". I was eight!
Yeah, well, just so you know, there are still two eggs you haven't found.
You are free to believe what you want.
Please don't say that to Gus. Now he'll just tell you that Michael Jackson isn't dead.
He learned how to fake his death from Lisa Marie.
Which implies that Elvis is still alive.
Elvis died two years ago. Is there no end to your gullibility? I told you that two years ago. He was a cashier in the shoe shop, Shawn.
We need information on counterfeiting Hong Kong coins.
And we need you to explain the ending of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to us.
What? What, you think that 'cause I'm Asian, I'm supposed to know all this stuff? That's borderline racist, man.
Racist? No, I don't think so. Inappropriate?
Gus, please. Now, Ken? How many Triads do you know, and/or are you one of them?
Okay, that definitely crossed the line.
Just tell us what you know and we will get out of your parents' house.
Holy crap, are you checking your email?
I get productive when I'm nervous.
You know Romeo and Juliet, right? DiCaprio and Danes?
Sure it is. What if I said Becky Chang got mixed up with the Triads - the Golden ones - and fell in love with a Dragon. She didn't get kidnapped; she's out there making kissyface with her guypal.
New rule. From now on, any cover story or fake I.D. must be run past me and approved...
...In writing, three days in advance.
Gus, you're kidding, right?
No, Shawn; I need the proper amount of time to concoct my alter ego that best complements yours in a situation.
I don't know where I'm going to be living in three days.
That's the deal, Shawn. Take it or leave it.
. . .
[introducing Gus to a stranger] So, he is a pharmaceutical salesman who moonlights at his psychic detective agency. And once, at camp, he wet his pants.
Spilled water on my pants
I'm sorry but if this was Saturday I would have a much better cover story
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