Abort. Abort!
The center can’t hold.
The plan is collapsing.
We’re gonna blow any minute.
It’s over, Johnny;
we gotta go!

The Big Score’ll have to wait
until another day
if we can make it out
of this one.
We need to do something brilliant
to make our escape:
you jump in the baby carriage
and I’ll pretend I’m a ferret.

No one will suspect a thing.
We can meet back at the place.
You know the one.
Wait til they’ve left us alone
for eight hours.
No need to bring the heat.
It didn’t work this time, Johnny,
but have faith in the future.
We’ll get there
whether we want to or not.

For now, though
let’s GO!