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[[Nick is opening his mail and talking to Ki, who is on the computer]]
Nick: Seems all I get is junk mail anymore. Here's yet another credit card application. This one's a Platinum Mastercharge...

Nick: Every time you turn around, you get another one. Gold, platinum, titanium... Vesa, Mastercharge, Disclosure... All claiming the lowest rate and the highest credit limits...

[[Fooker, wearing an immaculately tailored suit, walks up behind Nick and Ki]]
Nick: They'll give one of those things to just about anyone...
Fooker: Just park the limo in the back, Jeeves...
Jeeves [on cellphone]: Yes, suh.