Assy McGee2006

[Mayor and Chief play tennis while talking about Glen's death]

Mayor:
Got to take stone grapes to walk in a bar broad daylight... [grunts] ...shoot my city's most beloved bartender.

Chief:
Yeah. He was practically one of our own, damn it. I'm tellin' you, man, my men are pissed! I won't be able to keep them on a leash much longer.

Mayor:
This reek of the O'briens to you?

Chief:
No question about it.

Mayor:
Well, that filthy, potato-peelin' family of narrowbacks is gonna cost me the next election!

Chief:
Those sons of b*tches still smell of the pee.

Mayor:
Nice. Damn, that's a small ball, huh? That thing don't bounce! Yeah, I don't want to play this one no more.