Son of a bitch, Did you think you can elude us forever, Carlos, huh? Hey, you got the...

Harry: [holding Simon at the edge of an aquaduct] Son of a bitch, Did you think you can elude us forever, Carlos, huh? Simon: Hey, you got the wrong guy! My name's Simon! Just let me go. There's no need to kill me. I haven't seen your... [Harry and Gib remove their masks] Simon: face. No, no, no I didn't see it, I didn't see it! [realizes that it is Harry] Simon: Oh, it's you! Hey, you still interested in that 'Vette at all? Gib: Hey, Carlos? Game's over. Your career as an international terrorist is well documented. Simon: No... Gib: -Oh, yeah. Simon: No... Gib: Oh, yeah! Simon: No! Gib: OH, YEAH! Simon: No, I sell cars! That's all! C'mon, I'm not a terrorist. I'm actually a complete coward, if I ever saw a gun, I'd... Harry: [Harry takes his gun out and points it in Simon's face] Simon: [Whining and pleading] Oh God, no, please don't kill me. I'm not a spy. I'm nothing. I'm navel lint! I have to lie to women to get laid, and I don't score much. I got a little dick, it's pathetic! [Harry and Gib gave Simon a weird look, then Simon pees his pants] Simon: Wha, uh, oh God. Would a spy pee himself, huh? Please, I'm not worth a bullet. Oh, mercy sir! Harry: [Disgusted] Get the fuck out of here. Just go, just beat it. Simon: No, no, as soon as I turn, you're gonna shoot me! You're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me, you're gonna shoot me! Gib: [Gib and Harry get into their van] Get lost, dipshit. [fires a few rounds into the ground near Simon]