Michael: Carla, new office. I like it.
Carla: What was that today?
Michael: You're asking me? Last time I checked you put my brother in jail, you chased me halfway across Miami, and you nearly got my head blown off.
Carla: We had nothing to do with that.
Michael: Nothing? Your sniper got blown up the same way. By the way, how'd the assassination go?
Carla: Our operation was compromised.
Michael: Which is why you're holed up in an office with two guys and a bag of Cheetos.