— Smell that?
— Yeah.
— You know what that is?
— Fish!
— lt's freedom!
— No, it's fish!
— lt's freedom, and it's money!
— Okay, okay. lt's freedom.
— Come on, let's get out of here before somebody sees us!
— And it's fish.
— Yeah, but this time he doesn't have a house full of dangerous goodies to get us with. He's in the Park. He's alone. Kids are scared of the Park.
— Yeah. Grown men come in the Park and don't leave alive.
— Merry Christmas, little fella! We know that you're in there, and that you're all alone.
— Yeah, come on, kid. Open up. It's Santy Claus and his elf!
— We're not gonna hurt you!
— No, no. Got some nice presents for you!
— Be a good little fella now and open the door!
— He's only a kid, Harry. We can take him.
— Ah, shut up, will you?
— What is it? You're missing some teeth.
— Where? It's my gold tooth. My gold tooth. I'll kill him. I'll kill him! You bomb me with one more can, kid and I'll snap off your cojones and boil them in motor oil!
— Nice move, leaving the water running. Now we know each and every house that you've hit. We've been looking for you guys for a long time.
— Yeah. Well, remember, we're the «Wet Bandits». Wet Bandits, that's W-E-T...
— Shut up! Get in the car!