Dirk Fredericks : And now you tell me we might've had a clue to this thing but our quarter back here fumbles the ball.
assistant : Excuse me. Uh, Mr. Stetson, I thought you'd want to know they just located Special Agent Guthrie.
Lee : The quarter back just recovered the ball.
Dirk Fredericks : [Cut to morgue] That is your ball carrier?
Lee : They were after me. I handed off to him, he was to go in for the touch down; why are we talking like this?
Lee : I want that package.
Amanda : Good. I don't.
Lee : I'll come to your house.
Amanda : You certainly will not... I'll send it to you. Where do you live?
Lee : I can't tell you that.
Amanda : Good. Good-bye.
Lee : Now wait. Hold it, stop. I have to see you.
Amanda : No. Are you going to let go of my car?
Lee : No. Here, take my card.
[Puts business card under wiper blade]
Lee : [to the back of the car as Amanda drives off] Call me.