(ALL SHOUTING)

Shouldn't the, um...

Shouldn't the project be de-classified?

You know I can't tell you that.

(MEN FIGHTING IN BACKGROUND)

Could you just excuse me? I'm sorry.

All right, that's enough! That's enough!

(GRUNTING)

Hello, Pete. Where's your uniform? Where's your uniform?

Where yours should've been a long time ago.

Hanging in the closet.

Don't worry, Pete. The wait is almost over.

Take him home with you.

I'm going to try and hit the couch... okay?

No wait, wait.

- Oh! - (LAUGHING)

All you had to do was ask, honey.

(GROANING)

Charming. You want a drink?

- What is all this? - Something new I'm involved in.