Lara Royce Craig:
Do you speak English?
Indian Joe:
Do I look like some goddamned foreigner?
Lara Royce Craig:
I'm sorry.
Indian Joe:
Of course I speak English, also Creole, French, Spanish. I'm a native born American Indian, not some half breed immigrant like you all.
Charlotte Chong:
Are those pants going on or coming off?
Jay Killion:
Going on.
Charlotte Chong:
Are your salmon swimming upstream?
Lara Royce Craig:
Well, we've made it to Pickett's Charge. 15,000 men died here.
Jay Killion:
Now it's 15,001.
Lara Royce Craig:
I won't miss Cal's inauguration if this eye turns red, white, and blue!
Jay Killion:
Charlie, get some clothes on!
Charlotte Chong:
That's not what you said last night!
Charlotte Chong:
Killy, why don't you move in permanently?
Jay Killion:
I don't want to die from a terminal orgasm!
Lara Royce Craig:
[
in a mixture of embarrassment and amusement] What are YOU grinnin' at?
Jay Killion:
[
chuckling] From the way you jumped up there, you'd have thought you'd sat on a SNAKE.
Lara Royce Craig:
Well, I didn't want you to get excited, that's all.
[
pause]
Lara Royce Craig:
Was it - - exciting?
Jay Killion:
No - - just heavy.
Lara Royce Craig:
Damn it, Killy - - you could have lied just this once!
Jay Killion:
Ah, well, I DID lie... you weren't just heavy, you felt like a ton!
Lara Royce Craig:
You are an insufferable ASS!
Jay Killion:
[
smiling sarcastically] And since you like being top dog, you can take the top bunk.
Lara Royce Craig:
[
snorts indignantly, then climbs up the ladder and plops down on the bunk, still fuming. She then takes off one shoe and hurls in at Killy, so that it bounces off his back. He turns in surprise, and she holds the other shoe poised as if to throw that one at him, too. But then she thinks better of it, and just sends the shoe whizzing past his ear and thumping against the wall behind him]
Lara Royce Craig:
If Bracken's been getting news of our whereabouts, well, he'll be there and waiting for us.
Jay Killion:
Well, I'd rather you were here because I've sent part of my team to meet us.
Lara Royce Craig:
Don't you think that's subjecting the First Lady to some risk?
Jay Killion:
Lamb for the slaughter?
Lara Royce Craig:
Oh, Killy - what a way with words! Can't you put it another way?
Jay Killion:
Okay - how about, "worm wriggling on a hook"?
Lara Royce Craig:
Uhhfph - forget it! I'll take the lamb!
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