Boy:
There's no way out.
Sarge 'Nicotine' Crocket:
Yes, there is.
[points to the ferry docked nearby]
Sarge 'Nicotine' Crocket:
We could drive onto that thing.
Boy:
In this armored truck? You just want the money.
Sarge 'Nicotine' Crocket:
I've never been about money, okay? I've always been about staying alive and this tank gives us a shot at staying alive.
Kenny:
This truck may be our savior, but it won't drive on water.
Sarge 'Nicotine' Crocket:
Well, someone is gonna have to swim out there... meaning me... and start that boat up.
Kenny:
What if it won't start? What if it's out of gas?
Sarge 'Nicotine' Crocket:
Then we're shit out of luck! Cisco, back up to the edge of the pier. I'm going out the back door.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:54