Rufus T. Firefly: Where's my Stradivarius?
Officer: Here, sir.
Rufus T. Firefly: I'll show 'em they can't fiddle around with old Firefly!
[he pulls a tommygun out of his violin case and opens fire]
Rufus T. Firefly: Look at 'em run! Now they know they've been in a war!
Bob Roland: Your Excellency!
Rufus T. Firefly: Hahahahahaha, they're fleeing like rats!
Bob Roland: But sir, I've got to tell you...
Rufus T. Firefly: Remind me to give myself the Firefly Medal for this!
[he fires again]
Bob Roland: Your Excellency, you're shooting your own men!
[Firefly fires again]
Rufus T. Firefly: What?
Bob Roland: You're shooting your own men!
Rufus T. Firefly: Here's $5, keep it under your hat.
[holds out his hat to take the $5 back]
Rufus T. Firefly: Never mind, I'll keep it under my hat.