You know it. We're better than the tabloids these days. And so much more reliable. [Simon gives him a crooked grin, then rolls his eyes fondly as Sam tries to brush it off.] And you're ours. But I'm pretty sure that goes above and beyond what your normal job would be. I'm just saying... we appreciate it.

[Although he gives Sam a bemused look of confusion at that last bit.] Sammy, telling me not to laugh is pretty much a guaranteed way to make sure I will. But what am I not laughing at? You running? Why?