Walter Beckett: What if I could make you... pause for effect, drumroll please... disappeeeear?
Lance Sterling: What?
Walter Beckett: Disappeeeear.
Lance Sterling: Why are you saying it like that?
Walter Beckett: For effeeeect.
Lance Sterling: Let the beat drop.
Lance Sterling: Ah, that's hot. That's hot.
Lance Sterling: You poisoned me.
Walter Beckett: That's not even my department.
Marcy: Would you look at that? There's a man with a robot hand wearing your face who took the M9 Assassin. Guess I owe you an apology.
Lance: OK. Go ahead.
Marcy: No, that was it. That was the apology.
Lance: Oh. I accept.
Marcy: But you gotta admit, it was a little Scooby-Doo.
Lance: Oh, 100% Scooby-Doo.
