Sykes:
So, Fagin. Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make Sykes happy?
Fagin:
Sykes, I have an airtight kitty - plan. Plan! It's sweet and simple, the plan... Let me start over again.
Sykes:
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
Fagin:
I got this kitty, see...
Sykes:
What am I going to do with you, Fagin?
Fagin:
Please, Sykes...
Sykes:
If you don't have my money...
[he snaps his fingers and the Dobermans jump at Fagin; Dodger intercepts them and they fight]
Fagin:
No, no, Sykes! Please, stop! Your money's coming tonight! It's coming tonight! It's from a rich cat - I mean, a cat from a rich family! They're coming with the money I owe you to get their cat back!
[Sykes snaps his fingers again; the Dobermans stop fighting, leaving Dodger unconscious on the floor]
Sykes:
Hey, I think there's hope for you yet. I'm proud of you, Fagin. Yeah, you're starting to think big. You've got twelve hours. And Fagin... this is your last chance.
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