Murdock is being shown Rorschach ink blots by a prison psychiatrist. The first picture is a butterfly
Murdock: Tractor.
Psychiatrist: You don't really see a tractor, do you, Murdock?
Murdock: (smiles) You're right. I was just guessing.
Psychiatrist: Well, don't guess. What does it look like?
Murdock: Ink. It looks like ink. See, I have done this most of my life off and on and I don't see nothin', so I just guess.
Psychiatrist: It looks like a butterfly, don't it? See, there's the wings and there's the head.
Murdock: Hey, yeah. Yeah! I see that. Yeah, it's a butterfly!
Psychiatrist: Good. Butterfly. Now what is this?
(Psychiatrist puts another picture on the table.)
Murdock: Garbage bag. Empty garbage bag.
(Psychiatrist rolls eyes and motions for the guard to take Murdock away.)
Murdock: I'd like a trash bag, please, if you have one. I really could use a trash bag.

Murdock is singing in the cockpit when Hannibal joins him.
Hannibal: The sleeping giant awakes.
Murdock stops singing and stares shocked at Hannibal.
Hannibal: How fast can you bring us down?
Murdock: You just landed, brother.

The team are driving back to the airport. B.A. slams his foot on the brakes, which causes a tape-recorder to come out from under the seat.
B.A.: I ain't going on no aeroplane!
Murdock picks up the tape recorder.
Hannibal: What's this?
Murdock presses play on the tape recorder.
Amy's voice on tape:...living on the jazz. Four restless romantics...
Hannibal: Restless romantics?
Amy's voice on tape: ...the edge of society, which is the only place left they can survive...
Hannibal takes the tape recorder and presses the stop button.
Hannibal: What's this, the last reel of a Disney movie?
Amy: I wasn't going to tell you guys...but I decided to do a story on you!
B.A.: I ain't goin' on no aeroplane!
Hannibal: Forget it lady. It ain't gonna happen.
Hannibal ejects tape and gives it to Face.
Amy: C'mon guys, I know, I know. What you guys are doing is really important. You saved Al. And you caught the terrorists. Everybody's against you. The government is after you. You gotta hide. I think that's a hell of a story!
B.A.: I said I ain't gettin' on no aeroplane Hannibal!
Amy: I won't publish it until you've cleared yourselves.
Hannibal: You won't publish it, period! You think we're looking to become Book of the Month Club Celebrities? You gotta be nuts, lady!
Murdock: I'm nuts. Let's keep that straight. Okay? I got my whole room and board resting on that fact.
Hannibal: He's right.
Amy: B.A. was telling me about 'The Jazz' - and I think I caught the fever!
Hannibal: So?
Amy: So...you let me in - or I write the book...and blow your cover!
Hannibal, Face and Murdock look at each other.
B.A.: I said I ain't gettin' on no aeroplane Hannibal!
Amy: C'mon guys, I can help you with lots of stuff! I have the paper; I have influence; I have a computer at the paper for research stuff...and I have the 1st Amendment to hide behind.
Hannibal: We'll talk about it on the aeroplane.
B.A.: I told you I ain't goin' on no aeroplane!
Hannibal: Ah, c'mon B.A., be a sport!
Hannibal tries to stick a needle into B.A.'s shoulder. B.A. grabs his arm.
B.A.: Gotcha! I told you you weren't gonna get me this time sucka, no sirree!
Hannibal: Now B.A., you know I wouldn't try to fool you.
B.A.: Don't put no dogpile shuffle on me Hannibal.
Amy sticks needle into B.A.'s shoulder.
B.A.: I...I...
B.A. falls unconscious.

Murdock opens his mouth to say something.
B.A.: Shut up, Murdock! Shut up!