Nick: When was it you started thinking you were better than me?
Max: My God! Let me get a look at you. You know, you look like shit. What's your secret?
Nick Wells: After this no more jobs. This is the last one I'm doing. I'm quitting for good.
Max: Yeah? How many times have you told me that in twenty-fie years. I mean, I'm gonna believe that when the pigs eat my brother, right?
Nick Wells: Nice working with you, ace. Okay, bye-bye.
Answer: It's called a thermic lance.