— Korben... Korben, my man, I have no fire. I have no matches. Do you have any? I stopped smoking. Father, you smoke? Got some matches? We need some fire. We're going to die!
— Don't breathe.
— They are already starting to panic.
— Of course they are. They think that someone is taking their money. All of those nickel and dimes they saved. Useful idiots, as Lyman would say.