No, no. You can't be spotted with us; you'll get burned.

- Part of my plan. - Plan? I didn't hear anything about any plan.

Then I have a plan.

It's the same plan we nailed that Cong general with outside Khe San.

I told you this plan stinks.

For the jazz, man.

- I'm sorry, man. You know... - What the hell are you doin' with that thing?

Senor Delgado, you're a brave man.

- Gonna work, B.A.? - My part of the plan always works.

- I must be fadin' in and out again. - If you have a plan, Hannibal, perhaps you'd care to share it with us.

- Okay. - Who are these guys, man?

and to go around a system you respect, Stark and his men would have never been caught.

- What's up? - He's on the jazz, man. He's on the jazz.

- That was a terrible plan. - Now we got all the kinks worked out of it.

- He's been in that same position for a month. - This man has a dog?

They don't like wires burning in their own house. Cancers like this are few, and that's how we like it.

- Hi, Murdock. - Oh, man. I was practically through the meteor shower.

Oh, and if this man has been eating in the cafeteria...

Replace the button on the collar with the one from the kit.

- In that first half, man, I thought they were gone. - Magic.