Evans: Morning. Downey: Evans. Evans: Downey.
Is that the last donut with red, white and blue sprinkles? (Downey: takes dramatic bite out of donut) Evans: What did I tell you would happen… if you ate the last donut with red,
white and blue sprinkles? Downey: Little foggy on it, but I think it was something like ‘raining
down hellfire.’ Evans: That’s right. Downey: And here I am without an umbrella. Evans:
I feel a storm brewing…