Please slap me with a red flag

K: We give you just enough to keep you hoping.
E: And hopping.

E: Don't think I am taking advantage of you.
I am.

K: (looking to the sky)
God, thank you for slapping me in the face!
E: No, no. That was me.

E: I'm seeing more and more red flags.
I think they're more than red.
K: I think they're on fire.
E: No, neon orange.