"I believe I tried to talk to you asshole! On more than one occasion. You were too busy with your classified and not commenting that you never took the time to listen." If he really thought that he needed to blame me to make himself feel better? He could go right away.
"Some of us don't get paid to do good Agent. Some of us aren't that lucky. So yeah, if you want to work at the Roadhouse for a few weeks to save up the cash so you can go out and help some people be my guest. Doubt you could take it since you're used to your private jets, free weapons and ammo, car rentals and all those extra perks, right?"
Just as I was about to explode he asked me how much longer. "Pull over." He just kept driving. "Pull over! Or I will pull my gun out."