I think I need to spend some time on my own first, though. Clear my head.
Spy
2.5s
I dropped a nuke in the water.
Spy
2.1s
Wow. Is that a compliment?
Spy
1.5s
Nice work, Cooper.
Spy
1.2s
You in, Cooper?
Spy
1.2s
Hey!
Spy
4.4s
Glad you're still alive, Beverly, you silly fucking girly wanker! God!
Spy
3.9s
You know what, I'm just kind of feeling like a girls' night.
Spy
5.6s
Hey, Coop. All those things you said about me to De Luca...
Spy
3.4s
I'll catch you later. You go have a great time. Thank you.
Spy
2.4s
You're a lot furrier than I thought you'd be.
Spy
2.9s
You understand, right? Yeah, sure.
Spy
1.4s
Did you mean that?
Spy
1.4s
God, I admire you.
Spy
1.3s
Yeah. Yeah.
Spy
15.4s
Thank you. Francis Mays is an unemployed telemarketer living off her disability checks. Oh, sweet Jesus! And who wears reading glasses in their passport photo? She's only kidding. She got ya! (ALL LAUGHING) Oh, my God! That was a good one!
Spy
10.4s
Yeah, actually, I'm not. I don't have a sense of humor. No, you don't. We'll talk soon. Glad the pinkeye is under control. That was actually an allergy... Okay. Got it.
Spy
9.6s
So, hey... I know a great little restaurant right near here. Maybe you and I could go for a nice, long dinner?
