Hey! What are you doing in here? Who are you? I am Dr.Thomas Chen.
Do you have an appointment? Who are you?
Okay, not to be all up in your business or anything, but if you knew you were gonna interrogate me, why exactly did you bother with the whole gag thing?
For the last time, who are you?! I'll never talk! My name is K.C Cooper and I'm a 16-year-old government spy.
My mission was to make copies of your agent's medical records and my parents, Craig and Kira Cooper, they're kind of also spies and we live on 35 Millby Lane in Arlington, Virginia where there's a spare key hidden under the fake rock in the front yard.
Anything else you wanna tell 'em, big mouth? Yeah, you left off the fact that I got a little fungus on my left pinky toe.
Anything else you wanna tell 'em, big mouth? Yeah, you left off the fact that I got a little fungus on my left pinky toe.
A little fungus? Hmm, okay.
Whew! I'm sorry, okay? I'm not good at keeping secrets.
Which, kind of reminds me When I was nine years old I kind of stole all of Ernie's Halloween candy and blamed it on the babysitter.
She was a really nice lady, and because of me she kind of never worked again, so I'm tryin No one gets out of that bunker alive.
Cheeselover12, cover the left lane.
We need someone on that back exit.
That's you, hotdogsfordays.
On my signal, we go.
In 3, 2 Ooh, my toasty strudel's done! Later, haters.
Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Guys, it is not my fault I can't keep a secret.
If you guys were gonna recruit me to be a spy, you probably shouldn't have taught me to be so honest.
Good parenting.
Bad spy-enting.
You're all spies?! Good going, blabbermouth.
Why don't you just tattoo the word "spy" across your forehead?
Just to clarify, what I'm hearing is I'm allowed to get a tattoo? No.
And, before you even ask, nothin' besides your ears is ever gettin' pierced.
Son, there's something I have to tell you.
You're not really allergic to shellfish, I just like to eat all your shrimp.
And by the time you wake up, you won't remember any of this.
- I don't understand.
- That's the idea.
God, seriously, keeping this secret is killing me.
Why can't we just recruit Ernie to be a spy? Yeah, Ernie? Oh, honey.
I love him but he doesn't have what it takes to be a spy.
Shoot, he doesn't even have what it takes to make a toasty strudel.
No, but He is a computer genius.
