U:Of all the lousy, jerkological, cheap-shot stickups, this has gotta take the cake!
K:You got that right.
U:Robbed by a householder, doing a robbery.
Terrible, Kevin, terrible.
K:You're laughing at me?
U:Hell, yeah, I'm laughing. It's embarrassing!
You should be ashamed of yourself. Sixteen thousand.
K:What's in that cigar you're smoking, huh? Come on, the Faberge egg alone...
U:Nice. Don't want it! It's hard to move.