Assy McGee:
How's the bike-fencing business?
Mike:
I happen to be a legitimate businessman, McGee. Now, if you just left me alone, I've got some axles to grease.
Assy McGee:
Sure. One last thing. These ring any bells?
[Assy shows Mike a flyer to see who stoles Assy's bike]
Mike:
Nope, now get the hell out of here.
Assy McGee:
Maybe this will jog your memory. [pulls up his gun on Mike]
Mike:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing, man? Now, put the gun down, alright?
Assy McGee:
Just give me the answer or I'm going to shoot your appointment book.
[shoots Mike's appointment book]
Assy McGee:
I just shot your appointment book.
Mike:
Whoa. What are you doing, Assy?
Assy McGee:
I'm going to shoot your bike pump.
[shoots Mike's bike pump]
Assy McGee:
I just shot your bike pump.
Mike:
No!
Sanchez:
You should shoot that over there.
Assy McGee:
I'm gonna shoot your water-bottle display, Mike.
Mike:
I haven't seen it, man.
[shoots Mike's water-bottle display]
Assy McGee:
I just shot your water-bottle display, Mike.
Sanchez:
[laughs] This is fun.
Assy McGee:
There's a lot of things I can shoot in here. What's the most valuable thing in here, would you say, Mike?
Sanchez:
Shoot that over there. [points to an antique's bike]
Assy McGee:
My, my, my. What do we have here? A 1971 Eddy Merckx.
Mike:
I-It's actually a '72.
Assy McGee:
Oh, is it?
Mike:
Yeah.
Assy McGee:
[points the gun at the 1972 Eddy Merckx bike] Where are the bikes, Mike?
Mike:
Don't hurt my bike, Assy, please.
Assy McGee:
Where are the bikes, Mike?
Mike:
Please, man.
Assy McGee:
WHERE ARE THE [bleep] BIKES?!
Mike:
he broke the on-hour speed record with the bike, Assy!
Sanchez:
Just tell us where the bikes are, and no bikes is gonna get hurt.
Mike:
You don't know what you're doing.
Sanchez:
WE WANT OUR [bleep] BIKES BACK NOW!
Mike:
You don't even know who Eddy Merckx is.
Sanchez:
[to Assy] Waste it.
Assy McGee:
I'm just about to shoot this bike.
Mike:
No, please, don't shoot the bike. Put the gun down.
Assy McGee:
There's nothing you can say.
Mike:
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! PLEASE!
Assy McGee it doesn't matter. I'm going to shoot the bike. Wrong answer.
[shoots the 1972 Eddy Merckx bike]
Mike:
No!
Assy McGee:
I just shot your bike.
Mike:
Oh, god, no, no!
Assy McGee:
Now it's a '72 with a hole in it.
Mike:
God! Oh, my baby! Oh, my baby! No! Oh, rasta.
Assy McGee:
Hey, let me know if anything turns up, Mike.
[Assy brutally stapled the flyer into Mike's forehead]
Mike:
AAH! YOU SON OF A BITCH, McGEE!
Assy McGee:
Me and Mom never did get along.
