The Losers2010/I

Pooch:
All right, look. We're not going anywhere until you two squash this bullshit.

Clay:
Pooch, we're on a schedule here. Let's go.

Pooch:
[imitating Clay] Oh, "we're on a schedule?" [Yanks the keys out the ignition, looks pointedly at Clay and Roque]

Clay:
[sighs] Roque... I'm sorry I hit you in the face.

Pooch:
[laughing] Oh. That was good. That was good. Roque? ROQUE?

Roque:
Clay... I'm sorry I threatened to cut your head off.

Pooch:
VERY good! Wow. Don't you two feel so much better?

Clay, Roque:
[in unison] NO.

Pooch:
I don't give a sh*t. I say we go watch Jensen get himself killed, yeah?