A man caught in the middle of two simultaneous robberies at the same bank desperately tries to protect the teller with whom he's secretly in love.

Gates: You fuckin' mugs are the worst bank robbers I've ever seen, do you know that?
Jelly: Yeah? Ya know, you just blew my ear off like 15 minutes ago, so you'll pardon me if I just let your little comments go in one ear and out the other.
Jelly: [seeing Swiss Miss' body] Aw, man, what a waste.
Peanut Butter: It's like, extra sad when a hot chick dies. When an ugly chick dies, it's like, their life probably sucked anyway, so it's no big deal.
Weinstein: We always said that we would bail on any job if the intel sucked. Already the vault specs are shit, we're behind schedule, our number 3 guy Lancelot is a fuckin' psycho. We got two hillbillies in the lobby playing with weapons-grade plastic explosives, our faces in the the open. Ten years ago we would have bailed, you know I'm right.
Darrien: Ten years ago we weren't in a recession.
Gates: Hakuna Matata... M*** F***!
Gates: ...you bald little Jew!
Weinstein: It never ends! 2000 years we been takin' this shit!
Darrien: Yeah, I know man. I know.
Weinstein: I mean it's not like I'm an accountant or a comedy writer or something really Jewy. I'm a fucking bank robber, for Christs's sake! You know how many Jewish bank robbers there are?
Darrien: Not many.
Weinstein: NOT very many!
Kaitlin: You know what they say. Normal's just a cycle on the washing machine.
Peanut Butter: Shoot anything that moves... unless it's me.
Tripp Kennedy: Just hear me out, and I'll return your firing pin.
Peanut Butter: Now that's Jelly's gun! It was his mother's!
Kaitlin: It's kinda weird.
Tripp Kennedy: What is?
Kaitlin: The numbers you mentioned, 101, 157, 557, they're all prime numbers.
Mr. Clean: Can we waterboard him? I saw how to do it on the Discovery channel.