La leggenda di Al, John e Jack

Al:
[Jack has accidentally "shot" The Boss's aunt and a bus driver and the three of them are on the run] What the f*** did you do, Jack? What the *f**** did you do?

Jack:
I did nothing bad, Al. I didn't mean it!

Al:
We're dead meat. [turns to Jack] And it's your fault, you damn pill-popper!

Jack:
I just went like this! [stretches his arms out in a T shape like a martyr - a bullet hits the car radio]

John:
Hold the wheel, Al! [turns to Jack] Give me the gun, Jack!

John:
[Jack gives him the gun] This gun is *cursed*, now it won't kill innocent people any more! [throws it out the window, where it shoots the final bullet into a pedestrian's back. The pedestrian falls to the floor, dead, dropping his hat]

John:
[seeing Al acting like an exorcist] What the *f**** is going on, Jack?

Jack:
When Al woke up, I told him he was an exorcist!

Al:
I am not afraid of you, Satan! Go back to - the - daaaaaarknesssss!

Al:
[seeing John - thinking that he's Satan] I have finally found you. Leave this deformed body. Enter into me. Enter into me!

Jack:
Just play along with him.

Al:
Leave this grotesque body! And enter into *me*! [shouts] Enter into me, now! [John slaps Al - Al grunts and falls to the floor]

The Boss:
What was on your agenda today? I can't remember.

John:
We had to kill "Frankie Rubber Butt".

The Boss:
Ah. [opens a locker] *This* Frankie Rubber Butt? The one who steals the betting money? Oh, shut up! [slams the locker] The arsehole who sold seven of our men to the FBI? [holds up a photo of Frank Contropelo] Or was it this one?

Jack:
That's him, boss.

The Boss:
Frankie Backcomber. The barber on the 15th Street. You had to kill a spy! You killed a barber instead. I don't know what to do with you, guys. Two weeks ago you collected the protection money from the wrong shops! And today you killed a barber!

Jack:
There's also the bourbon incident.

The Boss:
What bourbon?

Jack:
It was a bourbon we were supposed to deliver, but we downed it all at Billy Rotten Gum's party.

The Boss:
What am I supposed to do? Come on - tell me!

Jack:
Well...

The Boss:
Jack! It's a rhetorical question, you're not meant to answer it!