Harry: Well, as Harry Houdini once said, pick a card, any card.
Tommy: It's my mission to be a teenager, but right now I hate my father, I hate my school, and my life seems hopeless. Some teenager I am.
Harry: Cut the deck.
Tommy: If I'm going to do my job, I've got to be in a real school, one with metal detectors and pregnant cheerleaders.
Harry: Fold the edges of your card ever so slightly.
Tommy: I mean, why am I even putting myself through all this? So Dick can feel proud?
Harry: Pick another card, add the value, multiply it by four.
Tommy: So, I mean, this whole thing's crazy. I'm not Dick's son. I'm the information officer. I've got to bring this mission back on course.
Harry: Write the number on your arm so that I cannot see it.
Tommy: There's only one thing left to do...
Harry: Shuffle.
Tommy: Sabotage. [flicks the cards off the roof]
Harry: All right. We're okay as long as none of those are clubs. Pick a card. [Tommy throws the cards off the roof] Ta-Da!