Thug: All right, this is a stickup. Everyone on the floor! [Carlton screams] Don't anyone try to be a hero. Let's have the cash, Webster.
Carlton: Fine, take the money. But then what? Holed up in some fleabag motel waiting for the man to come and take you away. And all that's left is to walk that last long, lonely mile with the Lord's Prayer...
Will: Will you give the man the damn money?