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"With the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know, we're going to be using aliases on this job. Under no circumstances do I want any one of you to relate to each other by your Christian names, and I don't want any talk about yourself personally. That includes where you been, your wife's name, where you might've done time, or maybe a bank you robbed in St. Petersburg. All I want you guys to talk about, if you have to, is what you're going to do. That should do it. Here are your names..."
"Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink."
".....................Why am I Mr. Pink?"
"Cause you're a faggot, ok?"
".....................How about if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me, I'll be Mr. Purple."
"You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!"
"Who cares what your name is?"
".....................Yeah that's easy for you to say, you're Mr. White, you have a cool sounding name. Alright look if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade?"
"Hardy fuckin' har."
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