One man's trash is another man's treasure...one man's greatest secret is another man's....i dunno...not their greatest secret?

[It's gotten natural again. The feeling of walking together. Joking stupidly about things. He doesn't want that to change.]

It's, uh, it's how you hack phone lines. You gotta listen for different pitches and you gotta be able to recreate them to override the system. So you...well...you gotta whistle. So I guess it started as a job description. I was a whistler. Now...well...now I'm just Whistler.