GARY BUSEY: They’ve robbed twenty-six banks in three years. And all we know about them is one thing: They’re surfers. You need to learn to surf, infiltrate the local scene, and find out exactly who these guys are.
ME: Great. I’ll get a boogie board.
GARY: What? No! They won’t accept you into their tribe on one of those things, punk!
ME: It’ll be an expensive one. I’ll call it a “body board.” That’s what the guys who are serious about boogie boarding call them: body boards. It’s surfing, but on your stomach.
GARY: Jesus H. Christ on a cracked crutch, rookie! Did I stutter? You need to learn to surf! Actual goddamn surfing! The only way to earn their trust and be accepted into their scene is by becoming a surfer.
ME: Skimboarder.
GARY: What?