Lloyd: Max is halfway to Moscow. Don't tell me you're still translating that Russian.Larabee: They talk fast, it's hard.BRUCE: It takes like eight of these morons to do what Max did. Lloyd: I can't wait till we finish the Hymie project. All these stupid agents will be obsolete. Bye-bye. Larabee: What's a Hymie?Lloyd: Hybrid Mechanical Intelligence Entity. Basically a robot. It's a stolen KAOS technology. Being reprogrammed. Top-secret. Need-to-know.BRUCE: And you don't need.Larabee: I'm a trained killer. I can kill you with anything in this office. You wanna die by Post-its? Because I could make that happen.Agent 91: And that's a slow death.AGENT 23: Larabee. Larabee: Yeah.AGENT 23: Were you the last one to use the copier? Larabee: Yeah.AGENT 23: You left it jammed.Larabee: So? Why don't you... unjam it? Just open the door, read the instructions. AGENT 23: This your stapler?Larabee: Yeah, want me to show you how to use it? AGENT 23: No. Unjam that.Chief: 23. AGENT 23: Yes.Chief: Can I have a moment, please? AGENT 23: Sure. Yes, Chief.Chief: Let me tell you about a pattern that's beginning to emerge. As a former field agent, I'm very much aware of how difficult it is to make the transition to office life.AGENT 23: He didn't unjam the copier. We have rules here. If you don't follow the rules, then what are we?Chief: I'll tell you what we're not. We're not people who jam staples into people's heads. That's CIA crap.AGENT 23: All right, look, Chief, I'm your best guy. I don't belong in an office making copies. I should be out there with Max.Chief: Look, 23, no more stapling today.
