Benedict:
I understand you are interested in drug dealers.
Jack:
Yes.
Danny:
[whispering] Jack, that's him, the henchman with the glass eye.
Jack:
Sir, are you a henchman?
Benedict:
No, I only go as far as lackey. Anything else?
Jack:
Yeah, take off your sunglasses.
Benedict:
Who's asking?
Jack:
[shows police badge] The Tin Man.
Benedict:
Well, Tin Man, suppose you hit the bricks.
Jack:
Nah, they're the wrong color.
Benedict:
Are they? Oh dear, by all means let's change them. Would arterial red suit you? [motions behind them, they turn to see guard dogs] Make no mistake, they are exceptionally well-trained. [snaps fingers, the dogs form in a pyramid] I snap my fingers again and sometime tomorrow, you emerge from several canine recta. Or you and Toto can go back to the land of Oz. Questions?
Jack:
Yeah... two of them. [casually lights cigar] Why am I wasting my time on a dimestore putz like you, when I could be doing something more dangerous... like rearranging my sock drawers? And two - how exactly are you going to snap your fingers, after I rip off both of your thumbs?
[Benedict's guard dogs whimper]
Benedict:
[pausing before revealing smiley-face glass eye] Have a nice day.
