Garcia: Feels good! Expecting any phone calls?
Johnson: No siree. Maybe it's from Paula.
Garcia: Or at least someone with answers. Dios mio! Paula, is that you? When will this fucking torture end?!
Johnson: From hottie to hamburger, just like that. Fireworks, we could use these to chase away the Darkness, at least in short bursts. Just look at them, fiery sprinkles in a great big chocolaty sky.
Garcia: Johnson, shut up! Magnifico. Always this fucking Darkness! You eat this.