We need pie. –What? –My granddaddy always said 'If you got a problem that you can't solve, it helps to get out of your head, pie, it's good.' –Pie. –Yeah. –Your granddaddy, heavy-set man? –A little bit. –Yeah. You know what? We've been doing smart stuff. We've been following clues, doing real police work, it might be time we do something stupid. Something that ain't got nothing to do with nothing. You know what? Now I want some pie, K. I want some pie. Let's go get some dumb-ass pie.
We finished our first sensor sweep of the Neutral Zone. –Oh. Fascinating. Twenty particles of space dust per cubic meter, 52 ultraviolet radiation spikes, and a Class-2 comet. Wow. This is certainly worthy of our attention. (tosses PADD onto desk)
We're traders buying and selling our wares to the highest bidder. Rubbing shoulders with good and evil, side-stepping temptation, and looking away from corruption, and avoiding the clutches of the Goldies of the world... Fighting for Truth, Justice, and the American Way. Let's get it on.