Glossman: All right, boys, start here and work your way up and out.
Jason: Hey, what’s going on, Glossman?
Glossman: Ah, Jason Whittaker and minions. Just the folks I wanted to see. Get out.
Jason: If anybody’s getting out, Glossman, it’s you.
Glossman: Ah, ah, ah. You don’t wanna touch a state official. Especially with the sheriff’s department surrounding your building.
Connie: We’re surrounded?
Jason: All right, Glossman, what’s this all about?
Glossman: Well, Jase, it’s like this. That element you’ve got in the tunnel down there is showing signs of being extremely toxic.
Eugene: That’s ridiculous! My tests revealed the mineral to be completely inert!
Glossman: Well, fortunately, our tests were more thorough—and professional.
Glossman: Which means it’ll be necessary to inspect every aspect of Whit’s End and the surrounding grounds for a hundred yards in all directions.
Glossman: Besides, we heard about what happened here last night. This place seems to be a magnet for vandalism. And since we really can’t risk anyone’s safety…
Jason: Look, I’m the proxy owner of the building. I take personal responsibility for everyone’s safety.
Glossman: Once again I remind you that you don’t own the land. You can’t guarantee their safety going to and from the building
Glossman: Whittaker, I have the authority of seven different state, county and local departments on my side. Authority that overrides even Mayor Riley. Don’t make this tougher than it has to be. I give you all five minutes to gather your things, and leave.
Jason: All right, Glossman. You win. Connie, Eugene, do as he says.
