Disclaimers: I do not own Ocean's Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen. I never will.
"Are you sure they'll believe it?"
"They better."
"What do you mean 'they better'?"
"It'll work."
"Better work."
"Shut up."
"You
shut up."
Danny and Rusty were standing on a different condo's balcony. They were each leaning on a railing.
"When they come in let me explain first." Danny said, he took a sip of his cognac and nodded towards the door.
"Fine, better you than me." Rusty replied, biting a piece of his burger.
Danny strangely looked at him. "What?" Rusty asked. "I'm just saying that you have a better time convincing the ladies of what we are up to or what we "supposedly" have done."
"Right…" Danny sighed.
"You don't believe me!"
"Right…"
"You are a cruel man for thinking what you're thinking."
"Right…"
"Can you anything besides 'right'?!?"
A grin. "Wrong."
"DANNY!" "RUSTY!"
Danny and Rusty shuddered.
"We're in deep shit."
"Right…"