My, how the tables have turned.

How do you like the ice, kid? [he and Marv laugh, pick up Kevin and force him to walk beside them] Let's go for a little stroll in the park. Give me that bag. Give me it! Hey, these'll look great in the photo album.

You may have won the battle, Little Dude, but you've lost the war.

You ought not have messed with us, pal. We're dangerous. [pulls his varnish-covered revolver out of his pocket]

Harry?

Shut up.

[watches the pigeons in the trees]

Harry.

Shut up! I wanna enjoy this.

Something's wrong. Let's get out of here.

Shut up, I said! [still pointing revolver at Kevin] I never made it to the sixth grade, kid, and it doesn't look like you're gonna either.

[shows up with a bucket full of birdseed]

Let him go! [Harry and Marv look at her] KEVIN, RUN! [Kevin runs away]

Shoot her! Shoot her! SHOOT HER!

[tries to do so, but his fingers are too sticky to get a grip ]

I'M TRYING TO SHOOT HER!