“Francis, what are you doing here at West Point?”
This animule’s one taco short of a combination plate.
I think this boy’s cheese slid off the cracker.
Animal crackers in my soup.
Monkeys and rabbits loop the loop.
We 're here for Peter Rabbit, the hero of our tale.
That’s no ordinary rabbit!
All right, you pesky rabbit. I’ve got you now.
Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
I’ve been in prison for three years. My dick gets hard if the wind blows.
We get caught laundering money, we’re not going to white-collar resort prison. No, no, no. We’re going to federal POUND ME IN THE ASS prison.
Money laundering can get you as much as twenty years.
I say that our bank is alive, it’s generous, it’s… It’s human! And we’re going to have such a line of customers seeking and getting small loans that people will think we’re gambling with the depositors’ money. And we will be.
Do you have any idea who you’re stealing from? You and your friends are dead!
Once you steal something, you spend your whole life fighting to keep it.
Friend? Some of your foldin’ money’s come unstowed.
What is this world coming to, Cratchit? You work all your life to get money… and people want you to give it away.
This is a business. This is not a charity.
A million bucks from fucking needy Little Urban Achievers! You are scum, man!
Don’t you want to be an urban legend, Nat? All your friends are now.
Where you going, Eds? If you lived here you’d be home by now! Come join the clown, Eds. You’ll float down here. We all float down here. Yes, we do!