Charles: Hey, Lieutenant, I think we should talk. How you doing?
[Sergeant Jeffords holds up a legal pad which has "APPLE BROKE MOUTH" written on it]
Charles: Oh, no, I'm so sorry. Sir, I want to apologize.
Sergeant Jeffords: [muffled speech]
Charles: Okay, I have no idea what you're saying. Look, I know the union set us up, but we let it happen. Your friendship means the world to me, and I would hate for it to be destroyed by a competition to sell more candy.
Sergeant Jeffords: Me too.
Hitchcock: [on video call] You guys are selling candy? There's nothing good here. Could one of you ship to Brazil? [both chuckling]
[Sergeant Jeffords jumps from his chair, throws a drink over Charles' crotch, and then grabs the iPad]
Charles: Oh! You sneaky son of a bitch!