Mr. White: You better start talkin', asshole! Cause we got shit we need to talk about. We're already freaked out, we need you actin' freaky like we need a fuckin' bag on our hip. Mr. Blonde: [calmly] OK, let's talk. Mr. White: We think we got a rat in the house. Mr. Pink: I guarantee we got a rat in the house! Mr. Blonde: What makes you say that? Mr. White: Is that supposed to be funny? Mr. Pink: Look, we think this place ain't safe. Mr. White: This place just ain't secure anymore. We're leaving, you should go with us. Mr. Blonde: Nobody's going anywhere. Mr. White: [about Mr. Blonde] Piss on this fucking turd! [To Mr. Pink] We're outta here. Mr. Blonde: Don't take another step, Mr. White. Mr. White: [screams] Fuck you, maniac! It's your fuckin' fault we're in this trouble! Mr. Blonde: [calmly to Mr. Pink] What's this guy's problem? Mr. White: What's my problem? Yeah, I gotta fuckin' problem! I gotta big fuckin' problem with any trigger-happy madman who almost gets me shot! Mr. Blonde: What the fuck are you talking about? Mr. White: That fucking shooting spree in the store, remember?! Mr. Blonde: [shrugs] Fuck 'em. They set off the alarm. They deserve what they got. Mr. White: You almost killed me! ASSHOLE! If I had known what kind of guy you were, I never would've agreed to work with you. Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite? Mr. White: What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it? Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite? [throws away his drink] Mr. Pink: Oh, Christ, hey, look, you two assholes, calm the fuck down! Hey, come on, are we on a playground here, huh?! [pause] Am I the only professional?! You fuckin' guys are acting like a bunch of fuckin' niggers! You work with niggers, huh? Just like you two, always sayin' they're gonna kill each other. Mr. White: [to Mr. Pink] You said yourself you thought about taking him out! Mr. Blonde: [menacing] You fuckin' said that? Mr. Pink: Yeah, I did, OK? I did. But that was then. Right now, this guy is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops. Mr. White: You takin' his side? Mr. Pink: NO! Fuck sides, man! What we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses, and I wanna know whose name's on the handle! Now I know I'm no piece of shit... [referring to Mr. White] And I'm pretty sure you're OK... [referring to Mr. Blonde] And I'm fuckin' positive you're on the level. So let's try and figure out who the bad guy is, alright? Mr. Blonde: [calming down, chuckling] Wow, that was really exciting. I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan, aren't ya? Me too, I love that guy. My heart's beatin' so fast, I'm about to have a heart attack here.

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