— You do know Elvis is dead?
— No, Elvis is not dead. He just went home.
— When you get sad, it rains.
— Lots of people get sad when it rains.
— It rains because you're sad, baby.
— May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?
— She was the only one that seemed dangerous.
— How'd you figure that?
— I was gonna pop this guy hanging from the light... but he's just working out. How'd I feel if somebody bust my ass while I'm on the treadmill? Then I saw this snarling beast. I noticed he had a tissue in his hand and realized... he's not snarling, he's sneezing. Ain't no threat there. Then I saw Tiffany. 8-year-old white girl, middle of the ghetto... bunch of monsters at night with quantum physics books? She about to start some shit. Those books are way too advanced for her. If you ask me, she's up to something.
— Ask the agent.
— Can't.
— Dead?
— Sort of. He works at the post office.
— Just watch out for Neeble.
— Which one's Neeble?
— Which one of y'all is Neeble?
— Yo, mama!
— Him, right there. It's fine.
See, what I can't understand is why you gotta come down here, bringing all this ruckus, snatching up galaxies and everything.
— Doctor, uh... Whatever, come here.
— Dr. Whatever? Hey, you guys aren't really from the Department of Health, are you?