Confessions of a Dangerous Mind2002

Chuck Barris:
I've got important things to think about here. I don't have time to f*** around with you.

Jim Byrd:
Okay, I'll help you out with your little show. Tit for tat. That's the kinda guy I am. I've seen this "Dating Game" of yours, Chuck. And I have a thought.

Chuck Barris:
What, now you're a television producer?

Jim Byrd:
Hey, I'm John Q. Public when it comes to TV and that should make my opinion of interest to you.

Chuck Barris:
[nods] Let's hear it then.

Jim Byrd:
Well, what do you have now? The couple gets sent to some stupid second-rate Hollywood shitcan restaurant, right? Sets you back fifty bucks? That's not too exciting a prize to us vicarious living b*obs out in TV-land.

Chuck Barris:
Yeah, what's your point?

Jim Byrd:
Up the stakes, Chuckles. Send 'em to some exotic locale. Europe, Southeast Asia, for example.

Chuck Barris:
The network's not going to let me send two unmarried kids on vacation together.

Jim Byrd:
Send 'em with a chaperone.

Chuck Barris:
[beat] You know... that's not half bad.

Jim Byrd:
I'm telling ya. And sometimes you can be the chaperone, Chuckie. Let's say we have a job for you in Austria. You, a successful TV producer, above suspicion, chaperones the young couple, and while you're there, you take care of some Company business. It's the perfect cover. TV producer by day, CIA operative by night.

Chuck Barris:
I told you, I don't have to kill people for money anymore.

Jim Byrd:
Chuck, when I said you fit our profile, very little of that had to do with you needing the money. Some of it, but very little. You liked it with Renda, Chuck. I saw it in your eyes. You liked it but you botched it. Don't you want to get really good at something, Chuck?