We always said that we would bail on any job if the intel sucked. Already the vault specs are shit, we're behind schedule, our number 3 guy Lancelot is a fuckin' psycho. We got two hillbillies in the lobby playing with weapons-grade plastic explosives, our faces in the the open. Ten years ago we would have bailed, you know I'm right. Darrien:
Ten years ago we weren't in a recession.
...you bald little Jew! Weinstein:
It never ends! 2000 years we been takin' this shit! Darrien:
Yeah, I know man. I know. Weinstein:
I mean it's not like I'm an accountant or a comedy writer or something really Jewy. I'm a fucking bank robber, for Christs's sake! You know how many Jewish bank robbers there are? Darrien:
Not many. Weinstein:
NOT very many!
You fuckin' mugs are the worst bank robbers I've ever seen, do you know that? Jelly:
Yeah? Ya know, you just blew my ear off like 15 minutes ago, so you'll pardon me if I just let your little comments go in one ear and out the other.
[seeing Swiss Miss' body]
Aw, man, what a waste. Peanut Butter:
It's like, extra sad when a hot chick dies. When an ugly chick dies, it's like, their life probably sucked anyway, so it's no big deal.
It's kinda weird. Tripp Kennedy:
What is? Kaitlin:
The numbers you mentioned, 101, 157, 557, they're all prime numbers.
You know what they say. Normal's just a cycle on the washing machine.
Can we waterboard him? I saw how to do it on the Discovery channel.
Just hear me out, and I'll return your firing pin.
Shoot anything that moves... unless it's me.
Now that's Jelly's gun! It was his mother's!