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Happy Easter Cyril

But I was the first to recognize its potential as a tactical garment.

Damn it. So I poisoned like, five innocent security guards?

Even though you totally depend on us.

- Sounds like you already have. - You want to break back into the palace...

Jesus, take it out of our bonuses. What?

I don't know how or why we'd use them.

Oh, all right. If they'll give up their bonuses...

What? No, carry me, monster-hands.

We've got no sat-coms, no new intel...

But that is my decision, Ms. Archer.

- Well, obviously. - We're gonna have to cross their picket line.

Like a big "screw you in your big Lincoln-Loggy fingers"?

for that security probe. Which means no bonuses for us.

Lana, I'm sure we have one second.

that we haven't gotten one of these jobs since your Uffizi fiasco.

I will literally die. - A diamond?

Didn't need a varsity letter to get those, did I?

I am officially out of gin.

before I give in to you belly-achers.

- A jillion gay little copycats. - What?

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Hey, crazy. Go macrame some tampons.

My problem is I remember what Ms. Archer did to the cleaning ladies.