The Operative: No One Lives Forever2000

Street Merchant:
You look like you need a monkey.

HARM Agent:
Excuse me?

Street Merchant:
I have a very fine monkey for you. Only twenty dollars, American.

HARM Agent:
Sorry, I don't want a monkey.

Street Merchant:
What do you mean?

HARM Agent:
I don't want a monkey!

Street Merchant:
Why not?

HARM Agent:
Because I don't like monkeys, now get that filthy beast away from me!

Street Merchant:
Are you insulting my monkey?

HARM Agent:
I'm sure it's a perfectly excellent monkey, but I don't want it. Now please leave, I'm very busy.

Street Merchant:
Ten dollars.

HARM Agent:
No! I wouldn't want the dreadful thing even if it were free!

Street Merchant:
Free? You want my children to starve?

HARM Agent:
If they're hungry, I suggest you feed them the monkey.

Street Merchant:
This is a valuable monkey! My wife would kill me if she knew I was offering it to you so cheap.

HARM Agent:
You don't seem to understand, I DON'T WANT A MONKEY!

Street Merchant:
Infidel.