[int. Robert Kraft's office]
Bob: Oh boy, that was some wicked good chowdah!
[door flies open]
Bill: Hey shitstain we need to talk, so quit licking that fucking bowl and listen up.
Bob: Hi Bill, I take it you're still steamed about that Super Bowl?
Bill: Shut up you dumb fruit, we have more important things to worry about than a game.
Bob: What could be more important than the Super Bowl?
Bill: You know god damn well that I'm talking about out little "weekend research project".
Bob: I'm sorry Bill, but I'm afraid I'm not sure what you are referring to. If you've gone and done something to get yourself into trouble then I am sorry, but I have nothing to do with any of that business.
Bill: Like hell you don't, you froggy throated nancy boy! Don't forget, those are your signatures on the checks made out to Walsh and Beeks.
Bob: Hey, you hired the guys. I'm the happy-go-lucky executive, and you're the evil genius at the controls. Just ask the media.
Bill: You son of a bitch, you can't set me up to take the fall. I'd sooner lose with dignity than to go down alone.
Bob: Don't worry Bill, it doesn't have to be that way.
Bill: So what do you suggest?
Bob: Well that all depends on how far you're willing to go, my friend.
Bill: Are you talking about a bit of wetwork?
Bob: Well, we have to do whatever it takes to keep this thing from unraveling any further.
Bill: You know me Bob, I'll strangle the life out of an orphan if he slows me down on the sidewalk.
Bob: Excellent, because I don't need to tell you what happens if any of this comes back to Mother Russia.
[hidden door swings open]
Vlad: No, we certainly can't have that. Eliminate the short one and the others will fall in place.
Bill and Bob: YES SIR!