Assy McGee2006

Assy McGee:
We brought the product.

[the back of the truck lifts the wall up seeing Rodolpho tied in a chair]

Yusef:
I don't understand.

[Assy kicks Yusef inside the back of the truck setting him up]

Sanchez:
Assy, what are you doing? I agreed you could bind and gag Rodolpho, but this is too much.

Assy McGee:
Relax, Sanchez.

Yusef:
What is the meaning of this?

Assy McGee:
Where are the bikes?

Yusef:
What? I do not know what you're talking about.

Assy McGee:
If you don't start talking, [pulls up his gun] the fat kid gets two up top.

Sanchez:
WHAT?

Assy McGee:
You don't want to see a man shoot a boy in the head, do you?

Yusef:
You're crazy. I don't know anything. Who is this boy? WHY DO I CARE ABOUT THIS BOY?!

[Assy shoots Rodolpho's knee]

Sanchez:
ASSY, YOU JUST SHOT MY SON!

Assy McGee:
Whoops. I missed his head.

Sanchez:
[pulls up his gun to Assy] Stand down, Assy. Holster your weapon now!

Assy McGee:
Talk, bike thief.

Sanchez:
Put the gun down, Assy.

Yusef:
Can someone explain what is going on here.

Sanchez:
Assy, I'm totally serious. You've gone too far this time. Put that gun down!

Assy McGee:
Sanchez, don't make me choose between upholding the law, our friendship, and the life of your son.

Yusef:
HIGGINS -- A MAN NAMED HIGGINS. HE IS MY CONTACT. THAT IS ALL I KNOW! NOW, PUT THE GUN DOWN AND LET ME OUT OF THIS TRUCK!

[Assy kicks Yusef out of the truck]

Assy McGee:
Do us all a favor and go blow yourself up.

Sanchez:
What the hell was that, Assy?

Assy McGee:
Just part of the plan, Sanchez.

Sanchez:
What [bleep] plan?

Assy McGee:
The one I made up as I went along. In all the commotion, I planted a bug on our friends, and I'll bet d*cks to donuts, he'll lead us back to my bike.

Sanchez:
You shot my son.

Assy McGee:
Collateral damage. Kid never walks anyway. Look at him he's obese.

Sanchez:
[to his son] You alright?

Assy McGee:
Come here, Rodolpho. Uncle Assy will kiss your boo-boo. [farts]