Character: Mouse Fitzgerald

- Money forward?
- Forward, back, sideways and over my head!

The sun is shining. A mouse rides on the tank.

We will become rock stars, but first... burglary!

Man! Man! Buddy, get up! What... what is this strange paper? I wonder, did the Friend turned into paper?

What do you know about tanks?
They ohrenet healthy!
- There is conveniently a squirrel out of prison to pull out.

- What's the job?
- Joe Gold.
- Golden? Yes cannot be!
- Can... to catch up and impose.

What it feels like to be a shark?
- Oh (falls off table)
Sweet.

- Did you get my money-smeggy?
- I do not understand what you mean?
- Money-smeggy got?
- Yeah...
- Where are they?
- I prossali.
- OOO... How?
- Prossali to the last.
- What?
- On the tank.
- What tank?
- On the first.

- How can we help?
- How can we help?
...
- What are you doing?
- All.
- Sit down.
- Sit down, because I can.

- His eyes hungry.
It means, you leaving?
It's going to happen now.

Every time I turn around, I see the clock, the shark and some garbage in the mind's eye.

It so happened that this thing we got for free. Gasoline is also free of charge. I the man said.

- Well, how did that work?
- Well, this thing started to do, she did.
- You have not done the job, right?
- No, you did.
- No-no-no-no. Do not lie. Because you didn't do it.
Well, they did.
- Okay. Then what should have been done?
- All kinds of things.

- Well, it is, to be eye?
- It's like... Oh-Ho-Ho...