Three Weeks Earlier
Jackson: Dinner tonight is my way of saying thank you. Thank you for proving me right when I said we could take a chance on you.
Vala: I don’t know what to say.
Jackson: Just say what you were going to say before I interrupted.
Vala: Okay. I need to use the bathroom.
Trust Minion: How are you feeling?
Vala: A little dizzy. A little tired. And very very angry.
Trust Minion: That’s because the flashbacks you’re experiencing are dredging up some long-buried emotions that may be coloring your subconscious mind.
Vala: I’m going to kill both of you in the most painful way possible.
Carter: A member of this facility gets kidnapped unchallenged. It’s no wonder he doesn’t think we can protect him.
Jackson: But we can protect him.
Carter: Yeah, by locking him away for the rest of his life.
Mitchell: What can you say. There’s a downside working for super villains.
Sal (Don Stark): I’m Sal, the owner.
Vala: Sal the owner. Of Sol’s Diner?
Sal: Yeah. Sol was the original owner. I bought the place from him. So, how was lunch?
Sal: Delicious enough to pay for it?
Vala: Yes! If I had the money, I would certainly have paid for the meal. And given the lovely waitress a sizeable gratuity.
Vala: I have no idea who I am, much less what I’m capable of. All I know for certain is that about an hour ago I was lost, hungry and drawn to the delightful aroma of the Blue Plate Special.
The team breaks down the motel door to find Mitchell handcuffed, half-naked and surrounded by junk food wrappers
Mitchell: This, ah, isn’t what it looks like.