[grabs Kevin's plane ticket]
Ha! Round trip to Miami. What's the matter, get on the wrong plane, Squirt?
Looks like you won't be needin' this, kid. [tears it up]
American don't fly to the Promised Land, Little Buddy. [they hustle him away]
Come on. We spent nine months in jail, thinking we had the worst luck in the universe. We were wrong, little buddy.
We busted out of the clink and we're doing fine. We're gonna be doing even better, because we're not robbing houses anymore. [Harry chuckles] Now we're robbing toy stores.
[Kevin surreptitiously switches on the Talkboy in his pocket to record the conversation]
At midnight tonight, we're hitting Duncan's Toy Chest. Five floors of cash. Then after that, we get a couple of phony passports, then it's off to Rio...
Marv? Marv?
Huh?
You want to shut up?
What's the difference? He's not gonna talk to anybody. Except maybe a fish. Or the undertaker.
Let's just get him to the subway tunnel. I'll feel a lot better once we get him on ice. [to Kevin] I've got a gun in my pocket. You open your mouth, and you'll be spitting gum out through your forehead.
Did what? [she punches Harry, too]
Thanks!
Go get him!
He went in the park.
What are you doing, flirting?!
Over there!
Don't!
Give it!
Hey, Harry. I got him.
Let me see! That ain't him! Put him down, that ain't him! We should've shot him while we had the chance. I'd hate pulling a job, knowing that little creep is on the loose.
What else can he do? He's a kid. Kids are helpless.
Not this kid.
But this time he doesn't have a house full of dangerous goodies to get us with. He's in the park. He's all alone. Kids are scared of the park.
Yeah, grown men come in the park and don't ever leave alive. Good luck, little fella.
