Breakfast on Pluto2005

Billy Hatchett:
[finding that Patrick has taken all of the guns] F***. Don't you know what this means? Do-do you know what these guys are like, Paddy?

Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Don't let this come between us, Billy.

Billy Hatchett:
Shut up! Jesus, what the f*** am I gonna do? F***ing Jesus!

Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Tell them I was spring cleaning, darling.

Billy Hatchett:
Where are they, Paddy? Tell me, where are they?

Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Now, what is this you mean, my darling?

Billy Hatchett:
The guns, you little f***ing whore! Where are they? The guns! It's all too f***ing serious! Don't go f***ing me around.

Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Oh, all of a sudden, everybody's getting serious! Serious, serious, serious.

Billy Hatchett:
I'm not f***ing joking, Patrick! Where are they?

Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
I told you to call me Kitten.

Billy Hatchett:
Don't f***ing know me. You don't know where I've gone. And if they come, if they f***ing come, you tell them nothing. I mean nothing.

Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Whatever you say, darling.

Billy Hatchett:
You're way out of your league, Patrick. You don't know what you're dealing with. Don't f***ing know.

Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Oh, I do. I know, all right. I knew you were only joking about the roses... and the sweets, too, probably. But it was nice while it lasted. [Hatchett drives off]