Howatt: [Reacher enters] Heard things been tough lately. Don't worry, princess. Cavalry's here.
Agnes: [sets the coffee mug down for Reacher] Hot as hell, black as pitch.
Jack Reacher: Thank you.
[takes a sip]
Agnes: You like the coffee?
Jack Reacher: It's okay.
Agnes: It's from a feline's asshole.
[Reacher stops drinking]
Agnes: Some posh brand Zachary likes. They feed coffee beans to cats, then dig through the litter box after they pass 'em through.
Jack Reacher: What for?
Agnes: Something in their digestive system improves the taste.
Jack Reacher: It tastes like coffee. Might want to leave the cat out of it.
Tank: [to Howatt] You owe me 20 bucks. I told you. He don't like pussy.
Howatt: [laughs] Speaking of pussy, I've never been so jealous of a fork in my life.
[Tank chuckles]
Howatt: You like cream? I know where you can get some more.
Tank: Mm-hmm.
Annette: Oui, de ta mère.
Howatt: What did she say?
Jack Reacher: She said the cream came from your mother. Probably 'cause she's a big fat cow.
Howatt: [rises from his chair to advance on Annette] So she's funny now?
[Reacher kicks Howatt's left leg out and then slams his head on the tabletop]
Jack Reacher: [to Tank] You have any thoughts on dessert?
Tank: No, man. I got diabetes.
Jack Reacher: [sips his coffee again then looks reflective] A cat's asshole?
