Sally: Harry! Harry! Harry. What's wrong?
Harry: The pens are chained down. They must've known we were coming.
Tommy: You tipped off the cops, didn't you?
Sally: Don't you start with me, lamb-boy.
Harry: Yeah. Maybe lamb-boy tipped off the fuzz.
Tommy: You punk.
Harry: Baaa!
Tommy: Aah!
Sally: Stop it! All right! You two shut up. Now, listen, we have got a bank to rob.
Security Guard: Excuse me? Can I help you?
Harry: Every man for himself! [flashes guard and runs away]