Havana: What are you going to say when we get to the border?
Ezekiel: We're going to return stolen money.
Havana: Oh, that's a great answer...
Ezekiel: Thank you. I thought so, too.
Havana: It's a great answer if you wanna go to jail.
Ezekiel: What?
Havana: If you say that, they're gonna think you were in on the robbery. They'll put you in jail. And the first thing they're gonna do is burn your little hat. Then the second thing they're gonna do is take away your bible. Then the third thing... is the worst thing.
Ezekiel: What?
Havana: Rats! Rats in your face! Rats all night long! Back and forth. They seem to like faces more than anything. They're bred that way. They're called face rats!
Ezekiel: [scared] Face rats?
Havana: So we're gonna have to lie a little.
Ezekiel: Oh, I don't like to lie.
Havana: You like your face to be eaten by rats?
Ezekiel: Okay, what do I have to say?
Havana: Repeat after me: we are going to visit family in Montana for the day.
