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Harry: [holding Simon at the edge of an aquaduct] Son of a b*tch. Did you think you can elude us forever Carlos?
Simon: Hey, you got the wrong guy. My name's Simon. Just let me go. There's no need to kill me. I haven't seen your...
[Harry and Gib remove their masks]
Simon: face. No, no, no I didn't see it, I didn't see it.
[realizes that it is Harry]
Simon: Oh, it's you. Hey, you still interested in that 'Vette at all?
Gib: Hey, Carlos. Game's over. Your career as an international terrorist is well documented.
Simon: No, no, no. I sell cars, that's all. C'mon, I'm not a terrorist. I'm actually a complete coward, if I ever saw a gun...
[Harry takes his gun out and points it in Simon's face]
Simon: Oh God, no, no don't kill me. I'm not a spy. I'm nothing. I'm navel lint. I have to lie to women to get laid, and I don't score much. I got a little d*ck, it's pathetic.
[Harry and Gib gave Simon a weird look, then Simon pees in his pants]
Simon: Wha, uh, oh God. Would a spy pee himself, huh? Please, I'm not worth a bullet. Oh mercy sir.
Harry: Get the fuck out of here. Just get out of here.
Simon: No, no, as soon as I turn, you're gonna shoot me. You're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me.
Gib: [Gib and Harry get into their van] Get lost, dipsh*t.
[fires a few rounds into the ground near Simon]
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