— If anyone gets nosy, you know, just... shoot 'em.
— Shoot 'em?
— Politely.
— I know somethin' ain't right.
— Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
— When you can't run, you crawl... and when you can't crawl, you... when you can't do that...
— You find someone to carry you.
— What does that make us?
— Big damn heroes, sir.