Janice: "You monster! What have you done?"
Raymond Reddington: "Please, Janice, stop with the yelling. It's just a flesh wound."
Janice: "He shot you!"
Raymond Reddington: "The next bullet goes in your stomach if you don't start talking. I want a name."
Janice: "I have to call an ambulance. He needs a doctor!"
Raymond Reddington: "Janice if you don't stop, I'm gonna put you in the closet."
*Keeps on so he puts her in the closet and continues talking to Henry to try and get a name*
Janice: *banging on the door* "Let me out of here!"
Raymond Reddington: "Janice, if you don't stop your yammering I'm gonna have to shoot through this door, which will be a shame because I won't have any idea what I'm shooting at."
Janice: *finally shuts up*
Raymond Reddington: "Give me a name, Henry, or I'm gonna drag you out, throw you in the trunk, fly you to Papua New Guinea, and have your head stuck on a pole."
Henry: "Newton Phillips."
Raymond Reddington: "Janice, my sincerest apologies. I'll take a rain check on the stroganoff. It smells delicious."
