U：Of all the lousy, jerkological, cheap-shot stickups, this has gotta take the cake!
K：You got that right.
U：Robbed by a householder, doing a robbery.
Terrible, Kevin, terrible.
K：You're laughing at me?
U：Hell, yeah, I'm laughing. It's embarrassing!
You should be ashamed of yourself. Sixteen thousand.
K：What's in that cigar you're smoking, huh? Come on, the Faberge egg alone...
U：Nice. Don't want it! It's hard to move.