Joe Jukic: [typing furiously on a laptop] Mel, I’ve got your back—and your site’s back. I can clone it, tweak it for Caviezel, and open-source the whole thing. No Illuminati backdoors, I swear.
Mel Gibson: [squinting] You’re telling me you work for free to stop Bavarian Illuminati “accidents,” no paycheck? And you’re out here redistributing my digital soul like it’s GNU/Linux?
Joe Jukic: Exactly. Information wants to be free, Mel. Just like your seed. Speaking of which—ever tried pomegranate? Deniro and Pacino swear by it. You could father a whole new Crusade. You shall know me by my fruits.
Mel Gibson: [pauses, stroking his beard] …Are we still talking about websites?
Joe Jukic: [grinning] Depends. Do you want the Illuminati to own your legacy? Or do you want to outbreed, outcode, and outmaneuver them?
Mel Gibson: [grabs a pomegranate] …Clone the damn site.