Fitz: What's it like to be a shark?
(Shark slips off his desk)
Shark: Ow.
Fitz: Nice.
(Shark flops up and down, trying to get back on to his desk)
Fitz: You need some help?
Shark: Wait. I'll do it.
(Shark flops some more and gets back up to his desk)
Shark: So let me get this straight.
Fitz: Okay. Please...
Shark: I sent you to pick up a client and take him to a meeting.
Fitz: Yes. Yessir?
Shark: Instead of that... you took him to a porno set, where he starred in his very first porno and then you blew him up...
Fitz: Wrong. That didn't happen.
Shark: ...Then you robbed a bank...
Fitz: Robbed a bank?
Shark: ...Threw up on a woman...
Fitz: What!?
Shark: ...and sang to the police.
Fitz: That didn't happen. I didn't do that.
Shark: Huh... So what did you do?
Fitz: I did exactly what I wanted to do.
Shark: Which was what? Again?
Fitz: All things. A-L-L.
Shark: Hey, you know what they say? That I'm gonna give you one more chance.
Shark: They always say that.
Fitz: Oh, yeah? (angry) I think I'll give you one more chance!
(Fitz unloads multiple gun shots into Shark and then jumps out of his chair and begins to pistol whip Shark. He hops back to his seat and unloads even more shots)
Shark: Bulletproof.
Fitz: Hm. Then I guess I'll take the job. What is the job?