Stroker:
Hey, don't worry, buddy. I'll pay you a cold million out of my billion. What do you say, Porsche? A million for everybody!
All:
Alright!
Coroner Rick:
Thank you, Stroker!
Stroker:
Wait, duh, how many millions in a billion?
Porsche:
$1,000.
Stroker:
$1,000? $100,000 for everybody!
All:
Alright!
Haitian Worker:
Alright!
Ansel:
Not so fast!
Porsche:
Ansel, you're alive!
Ansel:
That's right. Having the doctor repair the Ansel bear repaired me. [to Stroker] I don't know how to thank you.
Stroker:
Oh, I'm sure you can of something. Maybe a billion somethings?
Stroker & Ansel:
[laughs]
Ansel:
That's funny! Pay you a billion dollars. [laughs] Poor people say the darndest things.
Stroker:
No, seriously, that was the rate. A billion dollars for solving your murder.
Ansel:
But the only thing is I'm not dead.
Porsche:
Later, guys.
Stroker:
Dammit!
Haitian Worker:
So, no $100,000?
Ansel:
No, but I pulled some strings and got you a job in the Nike Factory.
Haitian Worker:
Would someone please make me undead again?
