Tommy: Come on, Dick. Let's see the wallet.
Dick: No, Tommy, you'll have to get your own money. I'm stretched thin just covering the bare essentials: food, clothing, shelter, and theater tickets.
Harry: Yeah, Tommy. You want money, maybe you should go get a job.
Dick: Harry, Tommy has a job.
Tommy: Yeah. I go to school.
Harry: Oh. Then maybe I should go get a job. [laughs] [off Dick and Tommy's look] Oh, man.