Beck: "Well, White Vincent killed a whole bunch of other people and stole a plane, so now I look like a dick for not doing my job of stopping a terrorist. I hope you're happy."
Hank: "I just want to find my wife! Why won't you let me do that?"
Beck, verbatim: "I let my heart get in the way of my professionalism!"
Hank: "Oh, is that why? Tell me, would you do anything differently next time?"
Beck: "Yes. Your wife is not actually that big a deal compared to the end of the world."
Hank: "I don't want to hear that! My problems are very important! No more finding clocks with me, for you!"
Beck: "Okay, then I guess I'll just go about my business then. Good luck finding your wife with your unlimited funds from your crazy people magazine."
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Boy Skeptic: "Man, nobody seems to care about Hank's problems. I call the FBI, even Interpol, and they act like this whole thing with the clocks is just inane."
Girl One: "I know. It's really sad how nobody cares about Hank's problems even though he keeps telling them to."
Hank: "Well, I am back. Having fucked up once again."
Girl One: "I am inappropriately and strangely relieved!"
Boy One: "Did you know there are twelve clocks and also the Apocalypse?"
Hank: "I did. But did you know that I am a reincarnated Nazi saint? No? Then I will keep that to myself."
Girl One: "The biggest irony is that we are professional skeptics but just believe the ridiculous conceits of this show without question. Tell us what you currently believe, in a bullet-pointed list."
Hank: "One. My wife is alive. Two. I have to find White Vincent. Three. The FBI does not care about my problems, even though they supersede the survival of our human species."
Boy One, mortifyingly: "Hey, this office is full of 'ninjas'! We're all 'cracked out' on caffeine and we're 'ready to rock'! We 'got zero love' for the FBI or anybody in a pantsuit for that matter, all right? You tell us to jump and we're 'skying' for you!"
Hank: "These ninjas, are they gifted with invisibility? Because I only see two 'crack'-heads 'skying' here, ever."
Charles S. Dutton: "Make that three crackhead ninjas. Turns out I did not die."
Hank: "Finally, a minority who understands how important my problems are."