Topher: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million dollars? JFK, looks at Confucius: Uh, you stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we can, er, buy a big-ass house! Abe, shakes JFK: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. JFK, eyes sparkling: Good idea! Topher: That's actually really smart.












