Kevin: It's not a fucking hotel. Someone just tried to kill me. Virgil: Oh. Kevin: Oh?! Virgil: Well, it makes sense. It's a pitfall of your chosen occupation. Kevin: Which is what? Virgil: Look at the way you're dressed man. You're an international assassin. Kevin: Are you fucking serious? Virgil: That is why you checked into the hotel, isn't it? Kevin: I didn't check into the hotel. I, I drank that shit that you gave me and then I woke up in a bathtub. Virgil: OK, Kevin, you have to stop thinking in such straight lines, because she surely will not be. She thinks in spirals and helixes and zig zags and circles. Kevin: Patti? Virgil: Your target.