Nate: All right, museum's closed. There it is. Ah, that was close. Okay. Whoa.
Victor: Damn it kid.
Katherine: Why Victor, look who it is. The filthy little stray that made off with your wallet.
Victor: Come on, son, you haven't got a chance. Just hand it over.
Katherine: Now, the ring.
Nate: What ring?
Katherine: Who do you think you are, boy? You're nothing but a filthy, castoff little beggar. You're not fit to touch these objects.
Victor: What the hell do you think you're doing? He's just a kid.
Katherine: Stop him.
Man: Stop that boy.
Nate: Holy crap.
Man: He has the ring.
Man: Break the door down.
Nate: Oh God.
Man: He's heading for the roof.
Man: Catch him.
Man: The chain is breaking.
Nate: Let go.
Nate: Oh crap. Who the hell are these guys?
Man: Blast it.
Man: Enough of this. Shoot him.
Nate: Now they are shooting at me?
Man: He's right up here.
Man: Beat it kid.
Man: We've got him.
Nate: Excuse me,coming through.
Man: Get that kit.
Nate: Sorry about that.