A gust of wind. A dog barks. Cue the truck. Exit Herman; walk out into the bank. Exit...

[sitting outside the local bank] Phil: A gust of wind. [a gust of wind blows] Phil: A dog barks. [a dog barks in the distance] Phil: Cue the truck. [an armored truck drives up] Phil: Exit Herman; walk out into the bank. [Herman gets out of the armored truck and walks into the bank] Phil: Exit Felix, and stand there with a not-so-bright look on your face. [Felix gets out of truck and stands there] Phil: All right, Doris, come on. Hey, fix your bra, honey... That's better. [Doris walks up fixing her outfit] Phil: [impersonating Doris] Felix. [Doris says, "Felix"] Phil: [impersonating Felix] How ya doin' Doris? [Felix asks Doris a question] Phil: [impersonating Doris] Can I have a roll of quarters? [Doris asks Felix for a roll of quarters] Phil: [Phil stands up and begins to walk towards the armored car, counting to himself] Phil: 10, 9, 8, car... [a car drives in front of Phil] Phil: ...6, 5, quarters... [roll of quarters breaks open, hitting the ground] Phil: ...3, 2... [Phil reaches over Felix and takes a bag of money out of the back of the armored truck] Herman: Felix, did I bring out two bags or one? Felix: I dunno. [scratches his head]