Kevin: It's the treasure, concealed in the slime of dragons.
Maxwell Kane: It's a woman's purse, and it's covered with crap.
Maxwell Kane: From that day, Freak never asked me nothin' about my father, and I never asked him nothin' about his, 'cause that's not who we were.
Maxwell Kane: Why am I always the one who ends up knee deep in crap?
Kevin Dillon: Just think of it as Close Encounters of the Turd Kind.