Philip Davidson: Your boss thinks you're an idiot; that can't feel good.
Jake: All right, listen, you son of a bitch, you think you're smarter than us? You think you've gotten away with it? You haven't. We're gonna find something.
One skin cell, one eyelash, one tiny inconsistency in your story, and you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison. Everyone who loves you will leave, and you will die alone! And at that time, it will be your head that a bear has sex with!
Philip Davidson: [snorts] [laughing] I'm pretty sure you're going for angry, but in my mind, it just seems like when a Muppet gets upset and starts going like-
Jake: Oh, you want angry? I'll show you angry! [Jake throws a chair at the two-way mirror, it bounces back and knocks him down]