Get Shorty1995

Chili:
Martin, look at me.

Martin:
I'm looking at you.

Chili:
No, I want you to look at me the way I'm looking at you. Put it in your eyes, 'You're mine, a**hole,' without saying it.

Martin:
Like this?

Chili:
What you're telling me, you're tired? You wanna go to bed?

Martin:
Wait. How about this?

Chili:
Now you're squinting like you need glasses. Look at me. I'm thinking, You're mine. I f***in' own you. What I'm not doing is feeling anything about it one way or the other. You understand? You're not a person to me, you're a name in my collection book, a guy owes me money, that's all.

Martin:
How about this?

Chili:
That's not bad.

Martin:
That's what I think of you, a**hole. Nothing.

Chili:
I believe it.