Cop 1: Well, look at this. Power windows, power seats. I bet you the thing cost 6 grand.
Agent J: Ah, yes, and it has a roof, but it's hidden.
Cop 2: Hey, what kind of work do you do? An individual of your... Particular ethic persuasion?
Agent J: Mmm...
Cop 1: Maybe he's a noted athlete.
Agent J: Mmmm! Yes. Starting forward for the Detroit Darkies.
Cop 1: Where'd you get the car?
Cop 2: And the suit?
Agent J: I stole them both. Uh, car from your wife, suit from your grandmother.
Woman in 5K: Can I help you?
Agent J: Uh... K?
Woman in 5K: 5K
Agent J: Uh... Um, I'm sorry, is that chocolate milk? Can I-? I'm so sorry. I don't know what...
[Agent J begins drinking the little girls' milk.]
Girl: Mommy, the President is drinking my milk.
Agent J: Mmm. I'm sorry.
Girl: He didn't say please.
Agent O: Somehow history has been rewritten. There has to be a reason this is happening, and K seems to be in the centre of it.