- John Tavner: I'm a... consultant with a governmental department that collects intelligence and implements processes that are paid for outside the prescribed structure of oversight. I don't know shit about Donnelly nut spacing systems or tamped fixture rim-riding grip configurations. I'm a righty in real life. I'm sorry that I fucked with your important work. And with your life, which is also probably important to you. But I'm obligated, in instances, to effect action central to the completion of a specific and critical task without regard for ancillary repercussions, which - I'm sorry, Leslie - has meant, over this period we shared, you.
- Tom Tavner: Leslie, John is an intelligence officer. And he's worked in that capacity for... well, too long, fighting his battles by himself almost always by himself. Now, I know you've faced an awful lot, Leslie, but he's enduring hardship beyond anything you've faced.
- Tom Tavner: Never been in the field before.
- John Tavner: It's not the field. It's a 7-Eleven.
- Tom Tavner: Y-Yeah. I don't know. I-I feel unusually nervous.