Mr. Bridger: It’s nice to see you
again, Tank Girl, what can I do for you?
Tank Girl: Nice to see you, too, Mr.
Bridger … I’ve got a job lined up. A big job. B-I-G! Big!
Mr. Bridger: Oh, I see, well the bog’s
out back. Sorry but no there’s loo paper!
Tank Girl: No, no I’m talking about a
heist, a robbery, a job!
Mr. Bridger: Oh a job, I thought you
meant a jobby jobby plop plop. Haha, chuckle. Silly me. Well, you
better tell me about it!