Rheka: Please, you must not do this.
Forsythe: Are you kidding? Is she kidding? Of course I must. This is huge! Hmm? I was sure your boss was gonna find you before I did, so I think this is Kismet. Karma. Fate. All that stuff. (to minion) Get that set up.
Will: Who are you?
Forsythe: Who, me? Just a guy … with lots of money, and people. I like to get my hands on rare stuff, you know? Why, did you think I was someone a bit cooler? An abnormal? Hmm? (laughs) Don't I wish it.