În timp ce se planifica un jaf:

"You guys like to tell jokes and giggle and kid around, huh? Giggling like a bunch of young broads in a school yard. Well, let me tell a joke.

Five guys sitting in a bull pen, San Quentin. Wondering how the fuck they got there. What'd we wrong? What should we've done? What didn't we do? It's your fault, my fault, his fault. All that bullshit. Finally, someone comes up with the idea, wait a minute, while we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around and tell fuckin' jokes.

Got the message?"*

They did not got the message.

Cam aşa şi tu. N-ai înţeles. Faptu-i consumat. Singurul lucru pe care pot să ţi-l mai spun e că eu ştiu filmul ăsta. Cu tot cu final.

*Resevoir Dogs (1992)