Men in Black 32012

Agent J:
World class serial killer out there and we're having pie

Young Agent K:
What you do with your spare time stretch?

Agent J:
Arrrgh....

Young Agent K:
You see I sense you not embracing the concept here. Pie don't work unless you let it

Agent J:
I'ma, I'ma let it

Young Agent K:
When you said we don't talk, right? Go ahead ask me any question, anything you want just as long as it doesn't have to do with the case. Just let her rip.

Agent J:
What's up with you and O?

Young Agent K:
Me and O?

Agent J:
Yeah, you and O.

Young Agent K:
Alright, alright. Alright, this is it: a while back, I was assigned to keep tabs on a musician, Mick Jagger, he was in this British group, Rolling Stones...

Agent J:
Rings a bell...

Young Agent K:
We believed he was on the planet to breed with Earth women, so I was in London and that's when I met O. She's smart, funny, great smile, and we find ourselves in this pub, Whistlers Bar, warm beer and the worst food you ever ate. We just played darts 'til the sun came up, neither of us wanted to leave...

Agent J:
What the @#!*% happened to you, man?

Young Agent K:
I don't know, it hasn't happened yet. Come on, what about you, Slick? In the future, you got yourself a girl?

Agent J:
I got you!