Phil:
[sitting outside the local bank]
A gust of wind.
[a gust of wind blows]
Phil:
A dog barks.
[a dog barks in the distance]
Phil:
Cue the truck.
[an armored truck drives up]
Phil:
Exit Herman. Walk out into the bank.
[Herman gets out of the armored truck and walks into the bank]
Phil:
Exit Felix, and stand there with a not-so-bright look on your face.
[Felix gets out of truck and stands there]
Phil:
All right, Doris, come on. Hey, fix your bra, honey. That's better.
Doris the Waitress:
Hey, Felix!
Phil:
"Felix!" "How you doing, Doris?" "Can I have a roll of quarters?"
[Phil stands up and begins to walk towards the armored car]
Phil:
10, 9, 8, car...
[a car drives in front of Phil]
Phil:
... 6, 5, quarters...
[roll of quarters breaks open, hitting the ground]
Phil:
... 3, 2...
[Phil reaches over Felix and takes a bag of money out of the back of the armored truck]
Herman:
Felix, did I bring out two bags or one?
Felix:
I don't know.
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