Stick Around1977

Burglar:
I got something you'll get a kick out of... [pulls a gun out of his satchel]

Vance Keefer:
Oh yeah? Oh, wow! That-that's beautiful. Can I see it?

Burglar:
Sure. [hands him the gun] That's the old thirty-eight.

Vance Keefer:
Yeah.

Burglar:
You know anything about them?

Vance Keefer:
Oh yeah, yeah - police special; boom! That's ah, well they were made in nineteen thirty-eight.

Burglar:
It means thirty-eight caliber.

Vance Keefer:
That's ah, that's very nice. Nothing like an old-fashioned gun. [hands in back]

Burglar:
Nothing like an old-fashioned stick up.

Vance Keefer:
What?

Burglar:
Get your hands up!

Vance Keefer:
Wait, wait, wait, hold it! Andy!

Burglar:
Where's the money?

Vance Keefer:
Listen, for your own good, I'm warning you: Andy here is a robot; he-he-he's incredibly strong. You-you can't even hurt him! He-he's bullit proof.

Andy, the Robot:
No I'm not.

Vance Keefer:
Now-now I'm warning you, I'm warning you, mister: he's quick, he-he's fast, he's brutal, he-he'll be on your in a second. Take him, Andy. [snaps his fingers]

Andy, the Robot:
But, take him where? [turning around after being shoved at the burglar]

Vance Keefer:
Do something!

Andy, the Robot:
Right! Ehhh, excuse me. [leaves to the back]

Burglar:
Sure.

Vance Keefer:
Ah, Andy, Andy, wha-what are you doing?

Andy, the Robot:
Here's the money, mister. [handing him all the store's money]

Burglar:
Is there anymore?

Vance Keefer:
No!

Andy, the Robot:
But what about the money in thee back, Vance? I get it. Excuse me. [leaves again for the rest of the money]