Anson: I hate jobs like this and I shoulda asked before, but this is a paying job, right?

Simon: What do you think? I’m not out here for fun.

Anson: I know. You and fun don’t mix.

Simon: Whaddya mean?

Anson: Nevermind. I just want your word that this isn’t another stupid charity heist.

SImon: We’re going to get paid.

Anson: What’re you not telling me. Oh Christ, this isn’t for Emma is it? It is. Goddamnit! What have you gotten me into? I’m your friend, but a man’s gotta draw the line somewhere. I don’t want to help you anchor yourself to some simpering sot!

Simon: She’s a nice girl!

Anson: That’s not the point! You remember what happened to Donnie after he started courting Leanne? Neck-danced. Or how about little Brandon and what was her name? Duchess Er-

Simon: Urtha.

Anson: That’s right. Duchess Urtha. Another victim of the hang-man’s jig. And he took his whole crew with him. It was a regular ball. You can commit suicide if you want but I’m not going to end up like them. You hear me? I’m not!