The Dark Knight (2008)
Michael Stoyanov: Dopey
Grumpy : [with Chuckles, picks up Bozo on the street] Three of a kind, let's do this!
Chuckles : Huh, that's it? Three guys?
Grumpy : Plus two guys on the roof. Every guy gets a share. Five shares is plenty.
Chuckles : *Six* shares. Don't forget the guy who planned the job.
Grumpy : He thinks he can sit it out and still take a slice? I know why they call him "The Joker".
Happy : [up on the roof, breaking open the alarm box with Dopey] So why do they call him "the Joker"?
Dopey : I hear he wears makeup.
Happy : Makeup?
Happy : Yeah, to scare people. You know, war paint.
Grumpy : [On the street, Bozo, Grumpy and Chuckles get out of their car and run inside the bank. Grumpy fires off a round into the air to grab the attention of the customers and tellers] All right, everybody! Hands up, heads down!
[In the background, Chuckles overpowers one of the guards]
Grumpy : Let's put hands up, heads down!
[grabs a teller by his collar and pulls him over his desk]
Grumpy : Let's go, pal! I'm making a withdrawal here!
[He then points his gun at a female teller]
Grumpy : I said hands up!
Dopey : [waiting eagerly with Happy on the roof] Here comes the silent alarm...
[presses a button to disable it]
Dopey : ... and there it goes!
[Downstairs, Grumpy has managed to pull the female teller over the counter]
Dopey : That's funny. It didn't dial out to 911 - it was trying to reach a private number.
Happy : Is there a problem?
Dopey : Nah, nah. I'm done here.
[Happy shoots him, steals his bag, and rushes downstairs into the vault. In the lobby, Bozo is sticking gas grenades in the hostages' hands and pulling the pins]
Grumpy : Obviously we don't want you doing anything with your hands other than holding on to dear life!
[while Grumpy overpowers two of the tellers in the bank, Happy and Dopey wait for the silent alarm to come]
Dopey : Here comes the silent alarm...
[disables it by pressing a button]
Dopey : And there it goes.
Dopey : That's funny, it didn't dial out to 9-1-1. It was trying to reach a private number.
Happy : Is it a problem?
Dopey : Nah, I'm done here.
[Happy shoots him with a silenced Beretta 92SB-C, then takes his bag and runs down into the vault]