Marshall: Mr. Cootes.
Garrison Cootes: Hey.
Marshall: Listen, I've been thinking a lot about what you said yesterday, about how we're all gonna die.
Garrison Cootes: Oh, I'm not gonna die. I bought an old mine shaft in Colorado. I've spent the last six months filling it with canned goods, assault rifles and all five seasons of Friday Night Lights.
Marshall: Okay, first of all, you can skip season two. Second of all, after our talk... I came pretty close to giving up myself. But then I went to the doctor with my wife... and I saw this.
Garrison Cootes: Boy or girl?
Marshall: I don't know. But I know I sure as hell can't give up now. So, if you're just looking for someone to hold the other end of the limbo stick, you got the wrong guy for the job, and you know why?
Garrison Cootes: 'Cause you're three feet taller than everyone in this office?
Marshall: No. Because if I am gonna work here, then first thing tomorrow morning, I'm walking down to Gruber Pharmaceuticals, and I'm rejecting their offer. Even if I have to do it myself.