[As Reese and Dewey sit on the couch watching TV, Jamie brings Dewey a bowl of popcorn and a can of soda]
Dewey: Good job, Jamie.
Reese: What the hell was that?
Dewey: He's my slave.
Reese: You don't get to have a slave. You're my slave.
Dewey: Slaves can have slaves. This is America.
[Dewey hands the can back to Jamie, who places it on a sheet of paper on the coffee table]
Reese: Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll give you your freedom if you give me Jamie.
Dewey: Really?
Reese: Your attitude's been pretty lousy lately. I know you've been spitting in my sandwiches. I mean, I still eat them, but now the trust is gone.