Bob: Ho, Bob Ho.
Colt: Hey. So, how's it going with those kids?
Bob: I'm taking Gillian and the children on a picnic. I'm going to force those kids to like me.
Colt: Force them? You know, you might as well try scratching your ear with your elbow. Guess what? Poldark escaped.
Bob: No longer my problem.
Colt: Yeah, I know, but we recovered a file. It seems to be an entry portal to a website. We can'tcrack it. I thought maybe you could take a look at it. Hey, if you can figure it out, great. If you can't, no harm, no foul.
Bob: As a favor to you. Send it to my home computer.
Colt: Already did. While I'm thinking about it, they suspect there may be a mole at the agency.
Bob: They suspect me?
Colt: No. You know Glaze thinks you're the sharpest barb on the wire.
Bob: I have no idea what that means.
Colt: Hey, listen, man, have fun on your picnic. Just shoot me back when you check out that file. Thanks.
Bob: Puzzle encryption. Let's see what you've got. Is it noon already?
Gillian: No. I have bad news. My father is in the hospital.
Bob: That's terrible.
Gillian: He plays senior softball and he slid into third. Now he's having his hip replaced.
Bob: That's terrible.
Gillian: I have to leave the kids and fly to Denver to take care of Dad.
Bob: That's great.
Gillian: What are you talking about?
Bob: Let me watch the kids. It would give us a chance to get to know each other.
Gillian: No, Bob. You? Them? I don't know. My aunt's flying in from San Antonio. She's very good with the kids. She was in the military.
Bob: Gillian, this could be just what we need.
Gillian: You really think you can handle that kind of pressure? The driving, the schoolwork, and then there's Halloween. Getting their costumes, finishing decorating the house?
Bob: No problem. Halloween is my favorite. You have nothing to worry about. They will be perfectly safe with me.
Gillian: It's not them I'm worried about.
Farren: You can't be serious.
Ian: Isn't there any other option? Foster care? Juvenile hall?
Gillian: Love you guys. I'm going to miss you.
Farren: Yeah, as proven by this total abandonment.
Gillian: You'll survive. I'll buy you something from the hospital gift shop. Bye.
Kids: Bye. Love you. See you later. Bye.
Bob: So, is this exciting, or what? Well, I'll just pack a few things, and we'll go to your house, okay?
Ian: Hey, his computer. Let's check it out.
Farren: Good idea. There's got to be some dirt on there. Fashion Armageddon.
Bob: I haven't forgotten, Colton. I will look at the file. But this is important. What is Halloween?
Ian: Farren, do you realize what this is?
Farren: It's got you all worked up. Let me guess, a Klingon dictionary?
Ian: You have me confused with an entirely different class of geek. Stockholm GBH. Grievous Bodily Harm, live in Stockholm. This is one of the rarest bootleg concerts in the world.
Farren: Why does Bob have it?
Ian: Who cares? I'm gonna download it. This is my ticket to Coolsville.