Nailed

The Driver:
Hey. You've got a nail in your head.

The Target - Spyros Acebos:
Wait! The wanted poster says alive or dead. Why does it have to be dead?

The Bounty Hunter:
Dead is easier for us.

The Executive:
He's smashed one of our prototypes. Left him splattered all over the road. Find him now. Track him.

The Suit:
Prototypes...?

The Executive:
Don't touch me unless I ask you too. You want the good doktor to turn you into one of the freaks?

The Doktor:
Don't worry, you'll be okay. We've got corporate backing now. We've got labs and tests and machines that go ding. Admittedly some of our techniques are... Old school. Sure, we'd like a machine that does it. Ka-chung. Ka-chung. Splitting heads. Production line style. Like the ford motor car. After the procedure you might experience some memory loss. Headaches. Homicidal tendencies. That's all normal.

The Bounty Hunter:
We're with the association of unionised bounty hunters, man trappers and flesh traders.

The Doktor's Secretary:
What do you want?

The Duster:
He saw who killed my daughter. I want to know who did the killin'.

The Doktor's Secretary:
Nobody who's been treated - or half treated - has ever been fixed.

The Duster:
Why don't you get a real job?