The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay2004

Waman:
That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard!

Girish:
Why? It'll work.

Waman:
No! No f***ing way, it'll never work! And you know why?

Girish:
No, tell me.

Waman:
Well there are two reasons. First, you are a f***ing moron, that's reason number one. Number two is a simple fact, a fact you know like gravity, and hand-jobs. Number two is a simple as you are.

Girish:
I'm not simple.

Waman:
[Scoffing] Then your idea must be brilliant... But it's *sh*t*! Why? Wanna hear reason number two? Those rifles the guards carry... They are DNA encoded!

Girish:
What do you mean?

Waman:
Well, you know what DNA is right? Well those rifles track your DNA! They won't fire a single damn cap unless you're in the central database - which you *aren't*!

Girish:
What if... I could get into that database?

Waman:
That is a fact. *Fact*. You hear me? You cannot use the guns, *period*.

Girish:
But! What if I could get into that database.

Waman:
What do you mean 'get into that database'? You can't!

Girish:
I've seen a map, over here. The database computers aren't that far off.

Waman:
Who the *hell* told you this?

Girish:
Ugh... I forget. I'm simple, remember?

Waman:
Oh great, Girish, you're lying - you're a f***ing liar!

Girish:
Don't want to talk about it? Ok.