-She knows about us, pal. -That's bullshit. She knows about our special bond, that you were my best man. Son of a bitch. He's lying.
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[The Bishop] You two share a special bond. Otherwise, why would you risk your lives together attempting to steal the egg? Isn't that right, Agent Hartley? There is no bond between us. I barely know the guy. Booth, tell her we're not friends.
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I'm sorry, what? I love this plan.
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That's okay. I'll get the information from you by hurting him.
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Okay, here I go. [lazily] No, don't. Wait.
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If she hurts you bad enough, if she gets really creative with it, I'm gonna have no choice but to tell her everything.
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Oh, bummer. I really wanted to do it the easy way.
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[breathing heavily] Oh, my God!
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-[electricity buzzing] -[screaming]
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Now, Mr. Booth, where is the third egg?
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Piss off for a thousand years.
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[both laugh]
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Good morning, gentlemen. [both breathing heavily] Down here, beneath the bulls, no one will hear your screams. [exhales] That's called foreshadowing. -I know what it's called. -Was making sure. You don't look like an English major. -Shut up. -Buongiorno, everybody! -Perfect! -[sing-song] I brought champagne. I would introduce you, but I believe you've already met my lovely business associate. [Booth] Yes. I told you The Bishop was working with somebody. It's a marriage of convenience. You're familiar with that concept, aren't you?
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[Booth] There's a hidden chamber in the Great Pyramid. Lidar discovered it a year ago. They haven't opened it yet. -How do you know the egg is there? -My mother was an Egyptologist. I could read hieroglyphics before I could read English.
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You see, the dashing Mr. Voce here already held the second egg in his possession. So, I approached him with my own offer, which brings us to the part where you tell us where the third egg is.
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[laughing] Oh, ho, ho, ho. What the f-- [crowd cheering] [man speaking indistinctly over speakers]
