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Dylan Rhodes: You little shit!
Jack Wilder: [imitating Dylan] You little shit!
Dylan Rhodes: What game ya playin'?
Jack Wilder: [imitating Dylan] What game ya playin'?
[Jack is an expert impersonator; now that he knows he can mimic Dylan's voice, he speaks confidently into the walkie-talkie]
Jack Wilder: We're all good at six; move to seven.
[Dylan's police obey and run up to the seventh floor]
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Alma Dray: FBI. Sort of. I need your car.
Caleb Michaelson
Extended Reading
