Nicodeme: (coughs) I think I swallowed a bug. Serafine: You got a big, fat bebette for dinner? No fair. Nicodeme: (coughs and spits) Naw. Just more glass. (laughs) Mordecai: Profoundly unprofessional. Nicodeme: Well, they got more firepower than I expected. But you want to take over drivin' back there? Mordecai: No. Especially now that you have alleviated us of our windshield.