400 words today, of the dialogue between White Collar's conman Neal Caffery and Stargate's Jack O'Neill...

"Remind me why I volunteered to be seen in public with what looks like an explosion in a 1980s Christmas kitsch store on my head?"

"Height of fashion among the aliens where we're goin'."

Neal sighed plaintively. "Then it is very clear that humans are the only race with what could be called taste in the entire galaxy. Some humans," he added, casting a jaundiced eye over O'Neill's ill-fitting jeans and yellow windbreaker. "Don't you have a linguist of two who could pretend to be - what did your P.R. inexpert call them? - 'The Evil Enslaver of the Galaxy' - for a day?"