— I have a diabolical master plan.
— What is it?
— If I told you, it wouldn't be very diabolical, would it?
You know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that, like, a gangbanger will get shot... or a truckload of soldiers will be blowing up... nobody panics. Because it's all part of the plan. But when I say that one little old mayor will die... well, then, everyone loses their minds. Introduce a little anarchy... upset the established order... and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair.
— The first part of the plan is not to share it with people who annoy me. Want to hear the second part?
— Sure.
— I can't. My hands are tied by the first part.
— Hey. Listen. As soon as it stops raining, we have got to go snorkeling. Some kid told me about this sea turtle. If you blow bubbles in his face... he chases you.
— I'm sorry, I can't. I'm running a discussion group all afternoon.
— That's okay. I'II find someone else to do it. I'd do it alone, but... I don't know what happens if the sea turtle catches you.
— So what do we do now?
— I say we get drunk, kids — because I'm all out of ideas.