He's the traitor.

Or my hurdles, Coach. Come on, Rog, don't be a killjoy. You really wouldn't. It's a bill of sale to my fishing boat. He don't look happy. I think your friend Wayne is really scre… Come on, let's go, Rog. You're wrong. No, no, we shouldn't. Shoot you in the arm? You'd still be standing at the Venice Pi… He just ordered double security on the p… Let's go, let's go. No, you can't deduct your boat. You know, in one ear, out the rubber.