"Nate, slow down." The kid was awful fast these days. Only five years ago he could of grabbed and carried the kid and now he couldn't keep up with him.
"Okay, okay, but you said it yourself, we gotta be fast." Sully jogged up to Nate. Kid was still always in a rush.
"Y'know patience is a virtue."
"Sully, we're not exactly the type of guys who should be so keen on our um, 'virtues'. I mean, we're stealing a statue." Nate seemed to unconsciously speed up.
"It's a goddam ancient statue of a poodle. I doubt anyone is going to miss it. And it's not even the real thing." Sully nearly sweat.
"It's not a poodle you know. And even though it's not real, people are gonna pay to look richer than they are."
"His first mission pick and he chooses a fake dog."
"Ahem. It's a great plan. You wouldn't get it, you're...old."
"Oh we're bringing that one back, huh? Being called old doesn't mean anything from someone who can't legally drink yet."
"Age is just a number, Sully….Until you realize that your white 'stache correlates with your inability to jog for just 10 minutes straight."
"I might be old, but I can still kick your ass."
"True...But then again, you're not fast enough to catch meeeee…"
"God, you're almost 20?"
"Old people wouldn't understand."