Take that off, what are you? Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

Well, you know, I never know how much to tip.

You realize that is in no way an apology, right?

So, the Syrian president should consider himself on notice.

As opposed to $500,000 if it had been on contingency.

Then every death from this moment forward will be on your hand.

All right. Let's just call this, tie score and it's halftime.

I now need you to acknowledge receipt of the package so that I'm fully indemnified and no longer liable.

It's not that I'm smart enough. Then what is it?

I know who you are, boy. Because you're me. What kind of a pair are we.

What's with the cleavage? I know. She's like the Not-So-Virgin Mary.

That's fast math. We could use you in Tulsa.

Scariness is the true measure of a monster. If you're not scary what kind of a monster are you?

Oh, great. Honey, then you're a professional.

You do the math. You solve one problem and you solve the next one.

That's his MO, isn't it? I mean, what are we, a team?

He knows exactly what he wants, but he needs to be wooed. Progress, nonetheless.

One thing's got nothing to do with the other. Remember that, Leon. I will.

And how high must this wire be to make so much glory? Over 100 stories high.

Would you consider mounds of credit card debt kind of a big deal financially? Yeah.