The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day2009

Murphy MacManus:
But how would anyone recognize us?

Connor MacManus:
You don't remember those sketches on the news channel?

Murphy MacManus:
Sh*t. That's right. Y'know, every time they show those composites on TV and then they catch the guy, it looks nothin' like him. But ours?

Connor MacManus:
Just our luck. We get Leonardo f***in' da Vinci as a sketch artist.

Murphy MacManus:
Maybe we should dye our hair.

Connor MacManus:
What?

Murphy MacManus:
Yeah. These guys are always dyin' their hair. You know, like in 'The Fugitive.' It's covert and sh*t.

Connor MacManus:
[Connor smirks privately] What color would you dye it?

Murphy MacManus:
I don't know... lighter, I guess.

Connor MacManus:
Y'mean... blonde?

Murphy MacManus:
I didn't say that!

Connor MacManus:
California, surfer boy, gay, gay, gay blonde?

Murphy MacManus:
I'm warnin' ya!

Connor MacManus:
Just keep your hands off my ass back there and, "Stay gold, Pony Boy."

[Connor laughs heartily]

Murphy MacManus:
F*** you!

[Connor stabs the ink pen into his brother's shoulder]

Connor MacManus:
AAAAAAH!

[Connor bolts up, knocking over the pot. Hot water and pennies spread across the floor. Connor pulls the pen out]

Connor MacManus:
You Motherf***er!

Murphy MacManus:
Serves ya right!