Nikki: Okay, I know you have them. Give me a gun.
Sawyer: I don't have the guns; A-Team took 'em all.
Nikki: Right, except for the ones you kept for yourself.
Sawyer: Even if I had a gun, I wouldn't give it to you. Judging by the fire you're breathing, I got a feeling no good would come of it.
Nikki: Sawyer, give me a gun.
Sawyer: I got a better idea, sister. How 'bout you go stick your head in the ocean and cool yourself off.