Frohike: Our new paper shredder policy. Let's here it
Jimmy: Paper si. Coffee no
Frohike: Would you clean this up, and don't try to put the cinder block in the shredder
Jimmy: So what did the car look like?
Frohike: 1959 Studabaker Lark
Jimmy: Tail fins?
Frohike: No tail fins. Why?
Jimmy: I don't know. What colour was it?
Frohike: Sea foam gree- What the hell does it matter what colour it was?
(mail man starts up the driveway. A woman opens her front door, Frohike pushes Byers and himself into the house and slams the door)
Frohike: (into mail slot) We're on to you, you son of a bitch
Langley: That's it man, I left it all in the field. There's no record of this pallot 62 slash 67 221 anywhere. I cracked in every data cache I can think of. DOD, Department of Energy, oil and car companies, government warehouses. That number just isn't out there
Jimmy: Did you try the internet?
(Long pause as Langley looks at Jimmy)
Langley: Yes. I even tried the internet
Byers: You and Jimmy stay here and keep a watch out
Langley: What? Why do I have to babysit Gigantor?