Men in Black II2002

Agent J:
[walks up to K, who is now the postmaster of Turro, Massachusetts at a post office; K’s name tag reads ”Kevin Brown”] Kevin. Heh. Wow. Kevin. That's funny. You don't have a ”Kevin”... You don't remember me, but we used to work together.

Agent K:
I never worked in a funeral home. Something I can do for you, Slick?

Agent J:
Okay. Straight to the point. [whispers in a serious voice] You are a former agent of a top-secret organization that monitors extraterrestrials on Earth. We're the Men in Black. We have a situation, and we need your help.

Agent K There's a free mental health clinic at the corner of Lilac and East Valley. Next!

Elizabeth:
Excuse me.

Agent J:
Hey.

Elizabeth:
20 Rugrats stamps, please.

Agent K:
Elizabeth. The United States Postal Service hasn't quite kept up with today's youth, but I can offer you some Berlin airlift stamps.

Elizabeth:
No.

Agent K:
Opera legends?

Elizabeth:
No.

Agent K:
American Samoa?

Elizabeth:
No.

Agent K:
Amish quilts?

Elizabeth:
No.

Agent J:
[moves Elizabeth over] I'm sorry, sweetie. Got a world to save here. [turns back to K] There was no coma. It was all a cover.

Agent K:
Who are you?

Agent J:
The question is, who are you?

Agent K:
I'm the postmaster of Turro, Massachusetts, and I'm ordering you to leave these premises.