Prayer Of The Saints [DISCONTINUED... Maybe]

Regular conversation with the McManus Brothers

Murphy MacManus: But how would anyone recognize us?
Connor MacManus: You don't remember those sketches on the news channel?
Murphy MacManus: Shit. That's right. Y'know, every time they show those composites on TV and then they catch the guy, it looks nothin' like him. But ours?
Connor MacManus: Just our luck. We get Leonardo fuckin' da Vinci as a sketch artist.
Murphy MacManus: Maybe we should dye our hair.
Connor MacManus: What?
Murphy MacManus: Yeah. These guys are always dyin' their hair. You know, like in 'The Fugitive.' It's covert and shit.
Connor MacManus: [Connor smirks privately] What color would you dye it?
Murphy MacManus: I don't know... lighter, I guess.
Connor MacManus: Y'mean... blonde?
Murphy MacManus: I didn't say that!
Connor MacManus: California, surfer boy, gay, gay, gay blonde?
Murphy MacManus: I'm warnin' ya!
Connor MacManus: Just keep your hands off my ass back there and, "Stay gold, Pony Boy."
[Connor laughs heartily]
Murphy MacManus: Fuck you!
[Connor stabs the ink pen into his brother's shoulder]
Connor MacManus: AAAAAAH!
[Connor bolts up, knocking over the pot. Hot water and pennies spread across the floor. Connor pulls the pen out]
Connor MacManus: You Motherfucker!
Murphy MacManus: Serves ya right!