Get the Gringo2012

[first lines]

Clown:
I need a doctor!

Driver:
I'll get you a vet, you son of a b*tch! You should'a shot him first!

Bill:
[over radio] We've got two clowns heading south on Wall 51, four miles from the border.

Driver:
And stop bleeding on my money!

Bill:
[over radio] All units be advised, suspects are armed and dangerous.

Driver:
[Clown vomiting blood] What the f***?

Driver:
[narration] Well, hello boys and girls. there's nothing worse than a sad clown. Unless it's a clown bleeding internally and coughing it all over your money.