But how would anyone recognize us? You don't remember those sketches on the news channel?...

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!

How would he even recognize us? You don't remember the fucking sketches on the news channel? Shit, that's right. Fuck's sake. You know, every time you see those composites on TV and they catch the guy, it looks nothing like him. But ours... Just our luck, right? We draw Leonardo fucking da Vinci as a sketch artist. And two days ago, we looked like Jesus Christ. What the fuck we cut our hair for? Yeah, that's right. I don't know, it seemed like the thing to do at the time, though, didn't it? Maybe we should dye it. What? Well, they're always dying their hair in the movies, like The Fugitive. It's covert and shit. What color would you dye it? Lighter, I guess. Do you mean blonde? I didn't fucking say that. Like California surfer boy. It's not what I'm saying. Like gay, gay, gay, faggoty blonde. I'm fucking warning you! "Stay gold, Ponyboy!" I'm fucking warning you! "Stay gold..." Fuck you! You fucking cunt! Jesus fucking Christ! Well, I was fucking mad! Shit! What kind of fucking crazy... I know who you are. You guys are... Shut it! Oh, this is so fucking cool, man! I'm from Boston and I love you guys. Shit, everybody loves you guys. Maybe I can get on this thing. You know, bring some raza into this. Spice it up a little. Hey, is it true that you guys say a prayer before you grease somebody?