Buddy Wood: Hey, you're blocking my driveway. [knocks on glass] Leslie Knope? What are you doing?
Leslie Knope: Hi, um... Mr. Wood, I'm so sorry. We--oh, my God, I can't see. It's so bright out here. We drove here to ask you-- No, to beg you to please destroy that tape.
Buddy Wood: Yeah, I got your 50 messages.
Ben: Leslie was just out with her friends blowing off some steam.
Buddy Wood: What?
Leslie Knope: Please. Please. Please, please, please. That's five pleases.
Buddy Wood: As much as I enjoy the groveling, I can't destroy the tape because I don't have it, because your sad, tiny backwater airport lost my bags.
Leslie Knope: Oh, really?
Buddy Wood: You'd think a commuter airport could handle the luggage of 11 people at once, but apparently not. Completely ruined a great story. Thank God for that mitten factory tragedy.
Ben: Yeah.