Let's just split it in half and cry about it later at a bar or something. ... You know, if we can even afford the bar afterward.

[With that said, Marie reaches for the very large, robot shark and lifts it over her shoulder.]

Let's get this thing to the register and get out of here already.

[She eyes the register adjacent to them, and sets down the toy for the attendant to scan.

Needless to say, she can feel the outright pain of the price tag, and the sound of her money hitting the register in front of her.]

Ugh, my old heart...