You here to see me? Ah yes! Mr. Foster! I'm Hidley Johnson, I'm with the Chicago Herald?...

[to Jeff, who is waiting in the lobby disguised as a newspaper reporter] Foster: You here to see me? Jeff Blue: [stands to greet Foster] Ah yes! Mr. Foster! I'm Hidley Johnson, I'm with the Chicago Herald? I'm doing a story on the theft of defense secrets. Foster: [gets nervous and fidgety] Ah! I'm Sorry! I have absolutely no comment to make on this matter! Jeff Blue: Really? Foster: Mm Hmm! Jeff Blue: Well, hows about a nice big *photo* of yourself? [He quickly snaps a bunch of pictures with his camera] Foster: Oh God! [tries to cover up his face with his hands] Foster: I think you should leave Sir! Right Now! [Jeff smirks and leaves] Foster: [goes into the recording room] Bring up the recording, the one from reception! [nervously sighs] Foster: [the operator pulls up the tape and rewinds it so the camera has captured Jeff Blue's face smiling at the camera] Stop it right there! [Foster presses a button on the control panel to print a screen capture. He nervously picks up the telephone and dials] Foster: Mr. Ferd... Ferderber please? Yeah, I'll wait. Uh. Yeah. [He picks up the printout] Foster: Oh God!