“Agent Jake Harper: Hi. I, I, um...I need a credit card, please. And, and some I.D., please.

Kevin Copeland: [‘Brittany’ takes ‘her’ I.D. out of ‘her’ handbag and realizes it has Kevin’s information and photo on. ‘She’ quickly thinks and acts offended] Credit card? I.D.? I’m so freakin’ pissed! First of all, I go to Dr. Dorf and he totally messes up my nose job. I ask him to make me look like Gwyneth Paltrow...I get off the surgery table looking like freakin’ Shrek! Then I get here, and Mr. Harper makes me feel like I’m some dumb blonde with fake boobs going to a Hugh Hefner party!

Agent Jake Harper: No, I—I didn’t mean to offend you; it’s just, it’s...it’s protocol!”