[Clint comes over to examine it, very thoughtfully. Look at his crinkled brows, his rapt expression, his obvious focus.]

I don't know, you're the demolitions expert.

[--and before she can hit him--]

It looks great, Morse. I have a spare pair of sunglasses.

[Some in-jokes just...happen, especially when your handler is Phil and trying to make him laugh feels like part of the job.]

You ready to go?