KJ: Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall? Where are the Kings?
Capt. Factorial: Let me 'splain.
[pause]
Capt. Factorial: No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Kings are bein' sold to Hansendinck in a little less than two months. So all we have to do is get in with the BOG, break up the contract, build an arena, and keep our team... after I publicly shame the Maloofs.
KJ: That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying.
Crown Downtown: You just wiggled your whales. That's wonderful.
KJ: I've always been a quick worker. What are our liabilities?
Capt. Factorial: There is but one Board of Governors that can deny the Hansendinck deal, and... and it is guarded by a $30M nonrefundable deposit.
KJ: And our assets?
Capt. Factorial: Your brains, Burkle's business sense, Mastrov's money.
KJ: I mean, if we only had an arena plan, that would be something.
Capt. Factorial: Where we did we move that arena plan the city council passed last year?
Crown Downtown: Over to the Downtown Plaza, I think.
KJ: Well, why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place?