Okay? I don't see anybody

throwing a moral compass at James Bond.

Just 'cause I go out

and I lasso a golden unicorn on assignment,

all of a sudden I'm the Evil George Clooney?

Clooney's married.

To a brilliant attorney.

Yeah, well, he hopped on a lot of lily pads

before he settled on that one.

Now, look, my past is the past.

All right?

- What's our next move? - I think we have to run.

Our prints are all over that van,

and the only proof we didn't do this is gone.

- You just want to give up and go? - Better than prison...

especially Dutch prison.

20 to life eating pickled herring? No, thank you.

Pickled herring is gnarly.

Besides, the whole country already thinks we're terrorists;

let's just bounce.