Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

Bully #4:
That's it! Hold my books. I'm gonna rip you a new a-hole.

Bully #5:
Oh, yeah! Provide with a fresh rectum.

Bully #4:
Hold my wallet and sunglasses while I whoop him.

Bully #5:
Oh, you're going down.

Bully #4:
Best hold my contact lenses, too, and my silk shirt. Don't want to get any blood on it.

Bully #5:
Oh, yummy! There gonna be blood!

Xavier:
Please, walk away. I can't be responsible for what I'll do if you beat me to death.

Bully #4:
That tears it. Hold my prosthesis. [take off his prosthesis leg]

Bully #5:
Oh, you are in for a nubbin'.

Xavier:
I've got no beef with you. I'm woefully beefless.

Bully #4:
Well, I'm about to make you teethless. [to Bully #5] Oh, hold on to my teeth. [muffled] And hold on to my tattoo and my robotical. [takes off his robotic arm]

Bully #5:
I ain't never seen him this heated since the incident.

Xavier:
Please, hop away. You seem like smart guys. Don't turn stupid all of a sudden.

Bully #5:
That's slander! All we gots to do now is sit back, let the judicial system do its job, and watch the dollars roll in. Come on!

Bully #4:
Or...I could let Clarence Thomas here serve out his own brand of black justice.

Bully #5:
Oh, you want I should hold your toupee, too, while you fist him up, boss?

Bully #4:
You weren't supposed to tell about the -- T-THAT'S IT!

[Bully #4 and #5 jump on Xavier]

[Take that. Taste the pain. Take that. Taste the tou-tou-tou-tou-pain.]