Do I come here often? Me? Listen, I'm not exactly allowed to talk about it. Look, lady, you seem nice, but I'm actually on the job. Can't talk.
No, I don't enjoy it. I have to sit here all night with this drink and somehow pretend I've been drinking it all along, but I can't even have more than a few sips. Who am I fooling? Would you buy that?
Of course you wouldn't. But the FB– I mean, the agency I work for– they won't even pay for a single, lousy acting class. They wouldn't send someone into some Latin American country to install a puppet dictator without giving him some weapons, you know? But this is exactly the same thing.
And that's why this sting operation is going to be a total flop. Not my fault.