I'm not saying Hamza's cheap, but if the only thing standing between our solar system and a fleet of intergalactic enslavers was Hamza's wallet crunched inside his fist, we'd all be drilling methane wells on Pluto right now.

Chapter 28 Glass Slippers or the Glass Slip? (p. 160) - The Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad (2004)