Last Boy Scout1991

Scrabble Man:
Drop the gun, Hallenbeck.

Scrabble Man:
Bit late for a stroll, don't you think?

Joe Hallenbeck:
Yeah, you girls oughta be gettin' home.

Jimmy Dix:
Yeah, streetlights are on.

Jake:
Shut up f***face.

Joe Hallenbeck:
I'm f***face, he's a**hole.

Scrabble Man:
Jake?

Scrabble Man:
Advise Rodney Dangerfield here of the situation. Perhaps we can dispense with the fun and games now, yes?

Joe Hallenbeck:
You want the envelope, right?

Scrabble Man:
The envelope, very smart. See Jake, here is a man who knows when a situation is untennable.

Joe Hallenbeck:
Good word.

Scrabble Man:
You like that word? And you do have that envelope, don't you?

Joe Hallenbeck:
Better give up, Jimmy. We're dealin' with a couple of geniuses here.

Jimmy Dix:
Hey man, just leave him the f*** alone.

Scrabble Man:
Leave him alone? Yeah, sure Jimmy. Whatever you say. Jake here takes his job with a certain exuberance.

Jimmy Dix:
Sh*t, we're being beat up by the inventor of scrabble.

Scrabble Man:
He's in a good mood, Jake. Kick 'em again.

Joe Hallenbeck:
All right. You want the envelope the hooker had, right?

Jimmy Dix:
She wasn't a hooker, Joe.

Joe Hallenbeck:
Shut the f*** up.