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Money orders. For I happen to know a guy who has a machine that can turn blank ones into green. Each box contains 250 slips per box, each slip worth up to a grand. That's quarter a mil per box. Dot, dot, dot. You do the math. Darling goes in the front. Buddy takes a five-alligator count and follows her inside. You put on these privacy glasses to blind the CCTV camera. Another five-alligator count. Darling gets in line, Buddy takes her hostage, shotgun to her head. That gets you guys in the back office.
Baby Driver
40.3s
There he is. Hey, Baby. Hey, Baby. Hear-No-Evil's back, huh? Have you seen this kid move? Yeah, I've seen him. Think Doc likes having him around because he can park in the disabled spots by the bank. - Disabled spot? - Yeah. He got some shit wrong with his ears. Tinnitus or something. Anyway, he gotta listen to music 24 hours a day to drown out the whining in his ears. Oh, shit! You know who else has the exact same thing and does that exact same thing? Barbra Streisand. Darling, do I look like I know a fucking thing about Barbra fucking Streisand? Hey! Watch your mouth. That's my lady you're talking to. Yeah. Watch your mouth. I'll watch what I want to watch.
Baby Driver
57s
Look, here's the deal. You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery habit. That's clever. That's my job, see. It's you two who's on vacation. So you doubt our credentials? Wall Street, right? Doc tell you that? Doc ain't tell me shit. Just a educated guess from an uneducated man. Well, Bats, I would be fascinated to hear your thoughts on the matter. Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy. You were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say shit like, "Work hard, play harder," but you play a little too hard. You rack up debt, the type of debt that'd make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert. Maybe with your favorite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things, money, sex, drugs and action. Oh, shit, that's four. Am I close?
Baby Driver