Ben: Excuse me, chief. Sorry to interrupt.
Chief Trumple: Hey, Calzone Boy, what's up?
Ben: Well, here's hoping that that nickname doesn't stick. Right? But that's not why I'm here. Uh, Leslie Knope asked you for a favor the other day, but the real favor we need is much bigger.
Chief Trumple: You mean, like calzone-sized?
Ben: Ah! Sure. We need the Pawnee Police Force to volunteer as security during the upcoming Harvest Festival. Now, the city won't let us throw the festival unless...
Chief Trumple: Say no more. Just send me a schedule of how many officers you need and when.
Ben: Really? Just like that?
Chief Trumple: Leslie Knope gets as many favors as she needs.
Ben: Can I ask why?
Chief Trumple: Because she's the kind of a person who uses favors to help other people. And also, my buddy Dave was the crankiest bastard in the department till he started dating Leslie.
Ben: Huh. So she... Okay. Are they still dating or...?
Chief Trumple: No. Moved to San Diego a year ago.
Ben: Oh. Was it a serious thing, or...?
Chief Trumple: What do you care? You a pervert?
Ben: Nope, nope. I'm all good. Um, everything's fine. This is fine.