Where's my Stradivarius?

Here, sir.

I'll show 'em they can't fiddle around with old Firefly!

[he pulls a tommygun out of his violin case and opens fire]

Look at them run. Now they know they've been in a war.

Your Excellency!

[making the sound of rat-a-tat-tat]

They're fleeing like rats.

But sir, I've got to tell you.

Remind me to give myself the Firefly Medal for this.

Your Excellency, you're shooting your own men!

What?

You're shooting your own men!

Here's $5, keep it under your hat.

[holds out his hat to take the $5 back]

Never mind, I'll keep it under my hat.