-whistles- “Hey! What’s been going on with you today?”
“… we can’t do this anymore.”
“I kind of thought today we… what?”
“I’m so sorry…. I just can’t do this any longer.”
Sam: Hey Gus, it’s been awhile.
Gus: Hey Salmon, what’s up.
Sam: Don’t call me that, it was weird then and it’s even weirder now.
Shawn: So who is this fish boy and why is he in our office.
Sam: I need your help. I read about all the cases you two have solved, pretty impressive. So will you help?
Shawn: That all depends on the price.
Gus: Shawn! We’re helping free of charge, we go way back.
Sam: My brother and I were up in San Francisco following a lead on one of our cases, which lead us here to Santa Barbara. Dean was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and now he’s in the Santa Barbara Police Department. Will you help me get him out?
Shawn: Wait a minute, is this the same Dean that Juliet use to know? (Sam nods)
Gus: Look, Shawn. Sal…Sam and I had a class together at Stanford; remember that year I transferred, Shawn? He’s a good guy and if his brother needs our help, then I say we help him!
Shawn: Well I don’t have a problem with the overgrown fish kid over here, but my feelings towards his brother are sketchy at the least. Juliet’s old “friend” from when they were “teenagers” who left a “lasting impression?” No bueno.
Gus: Shawn, why are you using unnecessary air quotes?
Shawn: Why is Barney a purple dinosaur?
Sam: Shawn, I need you to take this seriously. I came to you and Gus because I know you have friends in the SBPD that can get my brother out. We’ve…he’s been locked up enough for stupid charges; we really don’t need him on your Most Wanted list.
Shawn: Fine, we’ll help you. But I want you and brother—especially your brother— out of Santa Barbara and in a far distant land, like San Diego, far FAR away from my fair maiden, Juliet.