Reporter, passing by: “Excuse me, gentlemen. Could I have a word with you?”
Edward: “We’re a little busy here and this thing is kind of heavy so… no.”
James: “Get lost, sister.”
Reporter: “This will only take a few minutes. I couldn’t help but notice that you appear to be in the midst of a heist. As a reporter, I find that very exciting.”
Edward: “A heist? This ain’t a heist. We’re just… moving stuff. We’re movers. On a job.”
Reporter: “And why would you need a gun for that?”
James: “It’s for safety. This is a bad neighborhood. People get killed all the time. Like nosy reporters.”
Reporter: “Wait a minute. That box looks like it has alcohol in it. Alcohol is against the law during Prohibition. Why are you moving boxes of alcohol?”
Edward: “This ain’t alcohol, it’s…”
James: “It’s a casket. See, it has “Old Grand-Dad” on…
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