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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
1m19s
Yeah. What you ladies listening to? Queen. Queen! Queen? Streisand, now Queen. What the fuck? What y'all gonna do? Y'all gonna belt out show tunes on the way to the job? You don't need a score for a score. You just... Put your fucking foot on the gas and drive the goddamn car. That's all the music you need, folks. Come on, now. You never been a wheelman? You never had a lucky song? Well, a cigarette song. Apres-heist, glass of scotch. Absolutely. But not before a job. I got enough demons right here playing music all the time. Yeah, well, that I believe. Had a buddy once walk away from a job. You know why? Because something was playing on the radio he didn't like. We about to go in, he won't get out the fucking car. Why? 'Cause Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Heaven's Door is playing on the FM. He called it a hex song. That, End of the Road by Boyz II Men, Hotel California by the Eagles. He called 'em all hex songs. Then come talking about some crazy shit like we all gonna die. So what? You bail on the job? Fuck no, I didn't bail on the job. I went and got that money. And we didn't die, either. Now, he bought it a little later, but it had nothing to do with the heist. Do all your stories end up with somebody dying?
Baby Driver