Make it two. [He needs that burn, Boomer has good taste.

Watching Boomer slam his cuffed hands onto the table, Victor whistles. Those are some nasty-looking jewels the city's got on standby.] Well that takes a few of tonight's activities off the planner. What the fuck do those things weigh, the city watches through everythin', you wouldn't think they'd need these fugly things.

[Better you than me buddy.]

Does this mean you can't talk about the heist, or, can we at least discuss those pretty details?