Loki

Wet Bandits:

HARRY: You're sick you know that? You're really sick.

MARV: I'm not sick. HARRY: Yes you are! MARV: I'm not sick! HARRY: That's a sick thing to do.

(Both Continues Arguing) HARRY: We don't need that heat.

MARV: Don't tell me what to do I can do it if I want to. HARRY: You're sick. MARV: It's not sick.

MARV: Hey watch out! (Tyres Squealing) (Kevin Screams)

HARRY: Hey! Hey. You gotta watch out for traffic son you know? KEVIN: Sorry. HARRY: Damn.

MARV: Santy don't visit the funeral homes little buddy. HARRY: Okay okay. Merry Christmas. (Dings) (Gasps)

MARV: What's the matter? HARRY: I don't like the way that kid looked at me. Did you see that?

MARV: You ever seen him before? HARRY: I saw a hundred kids this week.

MARV: Let's see what house he goes into.(Whistles) MARV: Why is he going faster?

HARRY: I told you something's wrong. I knew he looked at me weird. Why would he run? (Bell Tolling)

MARV: Maybe he went in the church. HARRY: I'm not going in there. MARV: Me neither.

HARRY: Ah let's get out of here. KEVIN: When those guys come back I'll be ready. (Christmas Music Playing)

(Woman Singing Rocking Around The Christmas Tree In Stereo Box)

MARV: Did they come back? HARRY: From Paris? (Singing Continues)

HARRY: We'll come back tomorrow. Maybe they'll be gone by then.

HARRY: We'd better get out of here before somebody sees us. (Music Ends)

HARRY: Hiya pal. We outsmarted you this time. Get over here! (Door Squeaks And Thuds)

(Grunting)

MARV: What are we gonna do to him Harry? HARRY: We'll do exactly what he did to us.

HARRY: I'll burn his head with the blowtorch.

MARV: I'll get smash his face with a iron!

HARRY: Like a slap him right over the face with an paint can any!

MARV: Shove a nail through his foot.

HARRY: First thing I want to do is: I'm gonna bite off every one of these little fingers one at a time.

(Kevin Gasps) (Marv Laughs)

(Marv Shrieks And Groans) (Harry Gasp And Grunts)

OLD MAN MARLEY: Come on. Let's get you home.

Sticky Bandits:

HARRY: Here we are Marv. New York City the land of opportunity. (Sniffing)

HARRY: Smell that? (Marv Sniffs) MARV: Yeah. HARRY: You know what that is? MARV: Fish.

HARRY: It's freedom. MARV: No it's fish. HARRY: It's freedom and it's money.

MARV: Okay okay. It's freedom. HARRY: Come on let's get out of here before somebody sees us.

MARV: And it's fish.

(Door Slams) KEVIN: No!

HARRY: Come to Papa!

MARV: Round trip to Miami. What's the matter get on the wrong plane squirt?

HARRY: Looks like you won't be needing this kid.

MARV: American don't fly to the promised land little buddy. HARRY: Come on.

HARRY: We spent nine months in jail thinking we had the worst luck in the universe.

HARRY: We were wrong little buddy. MARV: We're busted out of the clink and we're doing fine.

MARV: We're gonna be doing even better because we're not robbing houses anymore. (Harry Chuckles)

MARV: Now we're robbing toy stores. At midnight tonight we're hitting Duncan's Toy Chest.

MARV: Five floors of cash. Then after that we grab a couple of phony passports and go to Rio.

HARRY: Marv! Marv. You want to shut up? MARV: What's the difference? He's not gonna talk to anybody.

MARV: Except maybe a fish or the undertaker. (Kevin Gasps)

HARRY: Let's just get him to the subway tunnel. I'll feel a lot better once we get him on ice.

HARRY: I've got a gun in my pocket.

HARRY: You open your mouth and you'll be spitting gum out through your forehead. MARV: Well hello.

(Marv Grunts) KEVIN: He did it! HARRY: Did what? HARRY: Oh! KEVIN: Thanks! WOMAN: Hmm.

HARRY: Get him will you. MARV: He went in the park. HARRY: What are you doing flirting?! Get him.

(Kids Shouting) MAN: Come on. MARV: Over there! (Kids Continues Shouting) (Whooshes) (Woops)

BOY: Quit it! GIRL: Hey! Creep! BOY: Don't! GIRL: Give it! Where are you doing? (Kids Screams)

MARV: Hey Harry! HARRY: What? MARV: I got him! HARRY: Wait let me see.

HARRY: That ain't him! Get down. Put him down! Put him down. That ain't him.

HARRY: We should've shot him when we had the chance.

HARRY: I hate pulling a job knowing that little creep is on the loose.

MARV: Now what can he do? He's a kid. Kids are helpless. HARRY: Not this kid.

MARV: Yeah but this time he doesn't have a house full of dangerous goodies to get us with.

MARV: He's in the park. He's alone. Kids are scared of the park.

HARRY: Yeah. Grown men come in the park and don't leave alive. MARV: Yeah. (Chuckling)

HARRY: Good luck little fella. (Whooshes)

KEVIN: I want to go home. Mum where are you?

KEVIN: Hurry they got a gun.

KEVIN: Hey I'm down here. Better come and get me before I call the cops.

(Bus Horn Honks) KEVIN: Whoa! (Thudding)

MARV: My how the tables have turned. HARRY: How do you like the ice kid? (Both Laughing)

HARRY: Let's go for a little stroll in the park.

HARRY: Give me that bag. Give me it! Hey these'll look great in the photo album.

MARV: You may've won the battle little dude but you lost the war.

HARRY: You ought not of messed with us pal. We're dangerous. (Gurgles And Splats) (Wings Flapping)

MARV: Harry? HARRY: Shut up.

MARV: Harry. HARRY: Shut up! I want to enjoy this. MARV: Something's wrong.

MARV: Let's get out of here. HARRY: Shut up I said!

HARRY: I never made it to the 6th grade kid and it doesn't look like you're gonna either.

PIGEON LADY: Let him go! Kevin run!

MARV: Shoot her! Shoot her! Shoot her! HARRY: I'm trying to shoot her!