Bullivant: Two bank guards, one teller, and a six-year-old child. I suppose the child was necessary?
Landau: He got in the way of a bullet. What was I supposed to do, whistle it back? There was lead flying all over the place. Besides, what was a kid his age doing on the street at ten o'clock in the morning? Why wasn't he in school where he belonged? Why wasn't he in school?
Bullivant: Well, I guess that'll teach the little rascal not to play hooky.