Winston: Well, all I got to say is, buckle up, Miller. It's about to be a bumpy ride. [chuckles] [whispering:] Uh, where... where are my sunglasses?
Aly: How the hell should I know?
Winston: I specifically asked you to keep track of my sunglasses.
Aly: And I told you I'm not your freaking mother.
Winston: Okay, you know what, calm down, I'll just squint then.
Aly: Do what you got to do, man.
Nick: Is this how all partners talk to each other?
Winston: [laughing] Welcome to hell, Miller.