Reese: His name is Billy Prescott. I followed him home. He lives, like, a mile away from here. He looks exactly like you.
Dewey: You're lying.
Reese: Am I? It's common knowledge, Dewey, that every person on this planet has an evil twin.
Dewey: He's my evil twin?
Reese: Fat chance. The guy's a saint. You're his evil twin.
Dewey: But I don't want to be an evil twin.
Reese: I don't make the rules, Dewey. Besides, we've been given a golden opportunity here.
Dewey: To do what?
Reese: I don't know yet, but there's money and an evil twin. If we can't figure out how to make this pay off, there is something deeply wrong with us. Come on, let's go watch some soap operas.