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HALF-EAR: Skinny Pete. HANDSOME ROB: The guy makes Jabba the Hut look like a spokesman for the Subway Sandwiches' diet. HALF-EAR: What do you think? HANDSOME ROB: pagan I'm trying not to. CHARLIE: Lyle, what's the distance from the front door to the pagan vault? Lyle? HANDSOME ROB: He only answers to The Napster now. CHARLIE: I'm not calling you The Napster.- LYLE: You call him Half-Ear. HALF-EAR: That wasn't my idea. LYLE: And him, Handsome Rob. CHARLIE: That's only cause he is Handsome Rob. LYLE: And I'm The Napster. CHARLIE: How far? The Napster. LYLE: Five hundred yards. STELLA: Jack Daniels, straight up. CHARLIE: Minis? STELLA: We could rumble right up the front steps, bring the getaway car right to the vault, and then straight to Union Station. HANDSOME ROB: We'll need three to hold the gold. STEVE: Yevhen. Didn't I tell you, many times, that I never wanted to meet with anyone but you?
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