Mad Money Page #3

Once you start to really

think about money,

you realize this stuff

gets touched a lot.

Who had it before you?

And what did they

do with it?

It gets put in places you

may not wanna know about.

When you really stop

and think about it--

money is actually

pretty disgusting.

Well, I mean, we're a consumer

society, aren't we?

She got consumed.

We receive currency from over a

thousand banks in the Tenth District,

which arrives here and enters

a totally secure environment.

Utility rooms,

work rooms,

lunchroom,

lockers, stairs,

elevators.

Everyone, everywhere,

every minute.

Cash sorted.

We find one of only three

keys in the entire system

that will open

a cash cart.

The Treasury Department

inspection room,

where the second key

is held by Agent Wayne here,

decorated 30-year veteran

of the Secret Service--

Lost a tooth taking down

Squeaky Fromme.

Nighttime. The key is locked

up in my security office.

The final step

of the process,

the shredding room.

And here's the third key

wired to the system.

And that's all she wrote.

After this, there's

nothing left to steal.

Oh, this is good.

Okey-dokey. Here we go.

Okay.

Good enough.

Thank you

so much, Don.

I'm gonna take

care of you.

It'll be gone

in no time.

My best to Bridget.

Oh, I'm sorry,

excuse me,

but it looks like you might

have dropped some money.

No, that's not mine.

Really?

Money?

I guess I ought to turn it

into the office, though, huh?

Oh.

Right.

He's a big fat no.

Oh, she's so

in love with me.

I got this.

- Okay.

Oh, I got it.

Hey, beautiful.

You know, you got me so

cuckoo for your... cocoa puffs.

You hear me, baby?

You know what I think of

when somebody calls me "baby?"

Okay, tell me

in my good ear.

I think of years of

sleep deprivation.

Oh. Mmm.

Spit-up on the shoulder

of my last clean shirt.

Diarrhea in a diaper,

the green kind.

See, now that's the image

you just left in my mind.

Now what do you want?

Nothing, Nina. You have

a good evening.

Fool.

Hey, call me.

What?

You got to howl

at the b*tches, dawg.

The woman's a working

mother, Shaun.

So?

I'm not your dawg.

More for me.

Oh, boy.

You wanna carpool

tomorrow?

Huh?

Oh. Uh...

can I ask you

something?

Excuse me?

Are you ever tempted?

What, him?

You find that

appealing?

Ecch.

- No, no.

You think what I want

after along day on my feet

is to lie down under

some skinny kid

for three minutes

of push-ups?

No, that's not what

I'm talking about.

I got around plenty in my party

girl days, but I got kids now.

No, no, I meant...

Don't you ever get

tempted to just slip

a couple hundreds

into your pocket?

Okay, I knew you didn't

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