Character: The robber

- Come on, man, these cuffs are too tight!
- Well, what can you do, they have not stretched.

- You're right I read?
Yeah, just ask you a question. The mask of the catcher? Seriously?
- What's wrong with her? They're cool.
- It does not hide your face, you idiot!

- What do you feel? Confusion, disgust, fear?
- Mostly fear.
- Did she feel it?
- Who?
Detective, that's who! Recently, she found out who I really am. And when I was expecting her reaction to it - the police intervened, took her away, her shot still. And she disappeared and left Los Angeles. Took a vacation. It's been a month, I decided that it just digesting all of this, because it can be shocking when you learn that someone is actually the devil. What if she had already digested? Suddenly she decided I was evil incarnate? And what if she's right?..

Too often I sang this song? Too, Yes? And yet, why so rude to ask to do a new one? What do you want? Poison, Abba?
- Revenge.
- I do not know this, but if you sing, I'll join in. [bandit takes off his mask] wow, it's Mr. out, bitch!

- Get out of the car! Now!
- Listen, you don't want to shoot me, Mr... what's your name?
- Get out, asshole.
Mr. get out, freak.

- Wait, I saw somewhere. Yes, Yes, Yes, you're the thief that leaves behind a coward.
- You! You put me in jail!
Well, I think here you are guilty, sir, I'm not the one running around in a ski mask and a gun.

- Do you really want me you got robbed?
- Try. If it does not, can not pay for coffee.