The Italian Job2003

Left Ear:
Okay, party people. Here's the status. There's an anti-scaling fence, hardened electro-plated steel. Yeah, I'll have to paint that up with some nitromon.

Charlie Croker:
Security on the property?

Left Ear:
An armed guard, here. A little rent-a-cop with a nine millimeter on his hip. But that booth, security booth looks prime for a chemical grenade.

Lyle:
Nitromon? Chemical grenades? That stuff's pretty hard to come by.

Left Ear:
Yeah, Lyle, it's a bear market. Sh*t!