Will: [v.o.] O'Neill escaped by bowling over nine agents and a DEA dog. My life was in danger so they put me in witness protection in Deliverance, Alabama. They hooked me up with a new life and a new name.
Will: Floyd Palmer? Hey, look, no. Uh-uh. Come on. I'm more like a Malcolm Akbar Mustafa.
Agent Moore: It's taken.
Will: Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, hold up. Come on. I'm a city boy. You know, I got to get out to: I gotta get out to the club and get my little groove on. Talk some jazz. Got me?
Agent Moore: Well, the nearest town is Hatred, Mississippi. I can check if there's dancing.