Yeah. Another day, another box of stolen pens.
You've stolen me, and I'm here to take meself back.
These are not stolen — they just haven’t been paid for.
— We steal from them and they steal from someone else.
— It's called an economy.
— You stole my boat.
— Actually — borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you.
What has it got... in its nasty... little pocketses?
Let me guess... Did someone steal your sweet roll?