Tony Montana had just finished getting a couple thousand dollars from his bank account, stashing the bills in the very expensive pocket of his white jacket. Wolfram and Hart payed him pretty well these days.
He was about to leave, when some clown had announced a robbery and shut the gates. No, really. It was definitely a clown. "Ohh, what the fuck?" He had a pistol in his coat, but decided not to pull it out yet.
He didn't move, but then said to the robber, "Hey man, who the fuck are you? Shouldn't you be at some kid's birthday party or something? Get tired of making balloon animals?" He laughed. "Or maybe you just haven't snorted enough yeyo.. well, I got plenty of that."