Harmony: Sorry. We have a no human blood policy. I can offer you something in a rodent. We have some fruity, unassuming vole—
Hamilton: Oh, I think we could make an exception to our policy this time for the senator. Couldn't we, Angel?
Angel: Harmony, the lab might have something in the blood bank. Why don't you go check it out?
Harmony: Okay. You're the boss, Boss... Could I maybe just have a teeny, weeny—