The Ladykillers2004

Professor G.H. Dorr:
To penetrate the vault here this afternoon, while Mrs. Munson is at church, havin' blasted that little old rock to pieces durin' Mrs. Munson's choir practice. Garth, can you run us through the game plan for what remains of our tunnel?

Garth Pancake:
Of course. Why, it's child's play now. Easiest thing in the world. Only a couple of feet separate us from the vault. Just the usual spadework until we get to the masonry of the vault, and then we just drill through.

Professor G.H. Dorr:
And will you be able to wield the drill with your maimed extremity?

Garth Pancake:
Oh, well, yeah, I should think so. Yeah, it's, uh, it's only one finger. Inhibits me in doing finer work of course. I'll always have to live with that. Maybe - I'm just thinkin' out loud here - maybe, since as you say there will be problems later, maybe - and I actually mentioned this to Mountain Girl, she agrees with me, so it's not just one person's opinion - maybe, uh... I should get a little extra compensation for the accident. Somewhat larger share. Why, if this was any other line of work, I'd be getting workman's comp. Wouldn't I? Might even have a pretty good lawsuit.

Gawain MacSam:
Wait, so you gonna sue yourself for blowing your own goddamn finger off?

Garth Pancake:
Well, now that is simply asinine.

Professor G.H. Dorr:
Yes, but you see, Garth, this is not what you just called "some other line of work."

Garth Pancake:
Yeah, no, no, no, but if it were...

Professor G.H. Dorr:
This is a criminal enterprise, not to put too fine a point on it, entailing any manner of risk not involved in honest labor. Governmental regulations and civic safeguards cannot be assumed to apply to antisocial pursuits.

Lump Hudson:
Yeah, but he lost his finger.

Gawain MacSam:
We don't give a f***! That fool could blow his goddamn dick off, it don't make no nevermind to us! We not payin' this jackass for goin' around blowin' off goddamn body parts! Get yo' f***in' head out yo' ass, man!

Garth Pancake:
Look you, there is no call for...

The General:
No extra share!

Garth Pancake:
OK. Majority rules. Like I say, it was just a trial balloon. Hand's not so bad really. I even get some phantom feeling.

Gawain MacSam:
Yeah, you pull on your prick, you get some phantom feelin'.

Garth Pancake:
F*** you.

Gawain MacSam:
F*** you.

Garth Pancake:
F*** you!

Gawain MacSam:
F*** you, nubbie!

Professor G.H. Dorr:
Well, now that that matter is settled, why don't we synchronize our watches before Gawain reports to work. In 20 seconds, it will be exactly 12:16. Fifteen...

Garth Pancake:
What, it'll be 12:15?

Professor G.H. Dorr:
No, 15 seconds. Well, 11 seconds now. It'll be 12:16. Eight, seven...

Lump Hudson:
Professor? Prof...?

Professor G.H. Dorr:
...six... five... Yes, Lump!

Lump Hudson:
I don't have a watch.