Kangaroo Jack2003

[Sal sits in an armchair, watching his warehouse be raided on the news.]

Sal Maggio:
Louis Booker, you degenerate moron. Were these Medieval Times and you, a knight in shining armor, you would have, I have no doubt, slayed the maiden and saved the dragon.

[Waffles, Louis' puppy growls]

Louis:
Shh! Waffles!

Charlie:
Sal, we can explain...

Sal Maggio:
(cuts Charlie off) As for you, Charlie. After the tragic death of your father, I married your mother promising her I would raise you as my own. You chose not to take the Maggio name; I did not complain. And when you wanted to go to Beauty School, as boys who lose their fathers early in life often do, I did not snivel at interventions, did I?

Charlie:
No, Salvatore, you didn't. In fact...

Sal Maggio:
In fact, I happened to buy a beauty parlor so you could sit on you lazy butt all day long. [Gestures at the TV] $4.5 million you cost me. Were you anybody else, you would be dead by now.

Charlie:
Look, Sal, we know that you're upset.

Sal Maggio:
It's not your fault.

Charlie:
What?

Sal Maggio:
A lion can raise a mouse, but the mouse is still a mouse. And you, Charlie, are that mouse. (To his men) Look at this. He takes it. Chicken blood.

Louis:
Excuse me? Sal? You said he was a mouse, and he had chicken blood. So that would be mouse blood, not chicken blood. Right? [Sal looks at him annoyed; awkwardly] My bad, Sal. I'll be here if you need me.