A Bronx Tale1993

Satan's Messengers:
[in the bar] You got some brews down here. Nice cold ones. Get us some nice cold brews, come on. Two over here, huh? One more here, one more. Alright, brothers. If I may. A toast to our host. [They all salute, then shake their drinks and spray them all over the bar] In the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost!

Tony Toupee:
Look at all the sh*t all over me.

[the bikers curse at him]

Sonny:
Hey!

Satan's Messengers:
Oh, you again.

Sonny:
That wasn't very nice. Now youse gotta leave.

Satan's Messengers:
I'll tell you when the f*** we leave alright. Get the f*** away from me. [the bikers laugh at Sonny as he walks to the door] Go watch the bikes eh!

[Sonny locks the front door. All the bikers look and curse at him]

Sonny:
Now youse can't leave.

Calogero:
[narrating] I will never forget the look on their faces. All eight of them. Their faces dropped. All their courage and strength was drained right from their bodies. They had reputation for breaking up bars, but they knew that instant, they'd made a fatal mistake. This time they walked into the wrong bar.