Flypaper

Peanut Butter:
Shoot anything that moves... unless it's me.

Jelly:
[seeing Swiss Miss' body] Aw, man, what a waste.

Peanut Butter:
It's like, extra sad when a hot chick dies. When an ugly chick dies, it's like, their life probably sucked anyway, so it's no big deal.

Gates:
...you bald little Jew!

Weinstein:
It never ends! 2000 years we been takin' this sh*t!

Darrien:
Yeah, I know man. I know.

Weinstein:
I mean it's not like I'm an accountant or a comedy writer or something really Jewy. I'm a f***ing bank robber, for Christs's sake! You know how many Jewish bank robbers there are?

Darrien:
Not many.

Weinstein:
NOT very many!

Kaitlin:
You know what they say. Normal's just a cycle on the washing machine.

Gates:
Hakuna Matata... M*** F***!

Mr. Clean:
Can we waterboard him? I saw how to do it on the Discovery channel.

Peanut Butter:
Now that's Jelly's gun! It was his mother's!

Tripp Kennedy:
Just hear me out, and I'll return your firing pin.

Kaitlin:
It's kinda weird.

Tripp Kennedy:
What is?

Kaitlin:
The numbers you mentioned, 101, 157, 557, they're all prime numbers.

Gates:
You f***in' mugs are the worst bank robbers I've ever seen, do you know that?

Jelly:
Yeah? Ya know, you just blew my ear off like 15 minutes ago, so you'll pardon me if I just let your little comments go in one ear and out the other.

Weinstein:
We always said that we would bail on any job if the intel sucked. Already the vault specs are sh*t, we're behind schedule, our number 3 guy Lancelot is a f***in' psycho. We got two hillbillies in the lobby playing with weapons-grade plastic explosives, our faces in the the open. Ten years ago we would have bailed, you know I'm right.

Darrien:
Ten years ago we weren't in a recession.