Robocop 21990

Mayor Kuzak:
I wonder if any of you could help me. I'm looking for a Mr. Hob.

Hob:
So. How much you need? Money, I mean.

Mayor Kuzak:
Well, our current debt to OCP is...

Poulos:
$37,480,911.

Hob:
Guess you're in some pretty deep sh*t.

Mayor Kuzak:
Well, we need all the help we can get, young man.

Hob:
Tell you what. Put me down for fifty, just to make sure.

Mayor Kuzak:
[Laughs] Fifty cents, fifty dollars! That's cute!

Hob:
Don't be a queer. Fifty million.

Poulos:
This is bullshit. Let's get outta here.

[Hob motions and one of his men opens the back doors of the bomb disposal truck; the back is filled with gold bars and bills.]

Hob:
Gentlemen? Well, will fifty do it?

Mayor Kuzak:
Oh, yes, that'll do it. Don't you guys think that'll do it?

Poulos:
Yeah.

Mayor Kuzak:
Fifty mil. Yes, that will do it.

Aide:
For God's sake, Marv! These people are criminals!

Mayor Kuzak:
Why do you have to label people?! I hate labels!

Poulos:
(To Aide) You, Shut up?