Frohike: You punk. You're going down
Langley: If you guys are interested I figured out the answer to all our money problems
Frohike: Oh yeah? What's that?
Langley: We need to sell more papers
Byers: Easier said than done
Langley: Not when you've got 'Lone Gunwoman of the Week' (sports cover of woman in minamal clothing)
Langley: I should be a dot com gazillionaire, instead of gracing you two with my hacking brillance
Yves: Well, aren't you going to let me in?
Frohike: Depends. Are you here to kill us?
Yves: There is a story to be uncovered here wouldn't you say? Unless of course you're no longer journalists but budding pornographers (holds up cover)
Byers: This is the place right?
Langley: Yeah yeah. Now turn off that engine and quit wasting my gas
Frohike: Oh shut up about you're stomach
Langley: Oh yeah, my livers shutting down, but who cares
Langley: The car's registered to one. . . James Bond. Cute
Frohike: Mr. Bond I presume
(Frohike gets tackled)
Frohike: Get off me, you're crushing my pelvis
Yves: Are you talking to Byers? Should I call back?
Langley: I gotta say. So far this job sucks!
Byers: Giving her the check was the right thing to do
Frohike: Yeah man. I'm proud of you
Langley: Oh, shut up the both of you. We're still flat-ass broke