Who gives a shit!

Russ:
You know, you better start taking notes, because when me and Gig start hashing it out there's going to be a lot of gold flying around and I don't want to miss any of it. Crystal:
[after Russ's lame bomb scare idea]
Right, then the firemen will come and the policemen will come, so kind of a lame idea, you know. Russ:
Alright, jeez, it's just an idea, it's a work in progress for God's sake. Even a painter's got to take the brushes and clean them. Crystal:
Whatever that means. Russ:
Okay! Do you have any better ideas, Ms. Smarty-Pants? Crystal:
Why can't I just distract Bobby somehow, the security guy? And you switch the balls. Russ:
No, no, lame. That's lame. Gig:
No, that's brilliant. No really, it's so simple, it's brilliant. In its simplicity Russ. Russ:
[after discussing finding a beard]
Oh, og God, okay, I got it. I buy the ticket in disguise! Okay? And this eliminates all the outsiders. That's it, okay. Yeah, yeah, now we're cooking with gas! Crystal:
I mean, how would you disguise yourself? Gig:
What, as Charlie Chaplin? As The Tramp or something? Crystal:
Yeah, or no, like, from the Wizard of Oz. That guy. The Straw Guy. Gig:
The Straw Man. Crystal:
Yeah, The Straw Man, he could put some hay in his clothes and wear a hat. [Sarcastically] Crystal:
No one would know it's him! Ooh, it's clever. Gig:
Nobody would ever know! No! Russ. Russ:
It's the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. If you're going to make fun of me, get your facts straight. Crystal:
Well, my apologies sir. I am not the cartoon aficionada _sic_ that you are. Russ:
It's not a cartoon Crystal, it's a movie. Crystal:
Who gives a shit!