[J.T. Barker comes out of the bank and is questioned what he was doing in there. He said he was closing up his account] Bad Guy: What the hell are you gonna do with a 152 dollars? We're taking 18 God damn million dollars out of here on Thursday! J.T. Barker: I know that. I just don't wanna split *my* 152 dollars 4 ways... [Karen McCoy tries to fire the gun in a gunfight] Karen McCoy: You didn't load the gun? J.T. Barker: You told me to buy it, not to load it. J.T. Barker: Do you think that jerk Roy do a better job raising your boy than you? Karen McCoy: At least Roy is his father. At least he has a chance of a normal life with him... J.T. Barker: Normal? What's not normal about getting on an airplane with your mam and go down to Rio with 3 million bucks? J.T. Barker: How many of these creeps have you got in your life? J.T. Barker: That's right she's your mama. You're her son. We're rich. Let's go to Rio.