Cameron: Okay, I want them gone.
Mitchell: Even if you mean kill them, I'm in.
Cameron: I mean, what are we supposed to do? Spend the next six months with our drapes closed, like Pepper after one of his cheek implants fell? Speaking of Picasso.
Mitchell: How are we supposed to get out of this?
Cameron: Move out west. That's what those towns are for... disappearin'.
Mitchell: We live a mile from the ocean. What town?