"Nick: [grunting] Tom: Can you see anything? Nick: No! Nothing, just dust! [pants, grunts] Tom: Oh. Mrs. Jellybelly? Nick: Ohh... Nick: We'll fix it later. [Evelyn Jellybelly: Sure you will. You can't fool me; I know what you're doing.] Nick: Well... we're after one of these, uh, h--horrible rats. Tom: Yeah. [Evelyn Jellybelly: And my wonderful money. [looks down at her three-iron golf club lying on the floor and picks it up, becoming furious] My three-iron?!] Nick: Yeah. [Evelyn Jellybelly: Look what you've done! I've had it with you two! You're fired...] Nick: Mrs. Jellybelly-- [Evelyn Jellybelly: ...both of you.] Nick: No, chill out. [Evelyn Jellybelly: [raises her three-iron] Get out!] Tom and Nick: Please, listen! [Evelyn Jellybelly: You're the real rats! Get out!] Tom: Don't! [Evelyn Jellybelly: Get!] Tom and Nick: Wait! Tom: Let's-- [Evelyn Jellybelly: GET OUT!!!] Tom: Stop! Tom and Nick: Mrs. Jellybelly-- [Evelyn Jellybelly: And don't... [punches Nick with her three-iron] come back! You're out of the art world!] Nick: [to Tom] That was your idea! Tom: [to Nick] Was not!"