Randy Miller:
What's up, babe?
Janet Miller:
What's up, Randy, is that your loser arsehole, wife-killing buddy boy here was beating the shit out of Bruce!
Randy Miller:
What?
Cliff Booth:
Hey, Randy.
Randy Miller:
Cliff! What the fuck, man!
Bruce Lee:
Let me just say, nobody beat the shit out of Bruce. It was a friendly contest. He barely touched me.
Cliff Booth:
I think that dent in the car says something different.
Janet Miller:
[looks past Cliff and Bruce] Oh...my God! What the fuck did you do to my car!?
Randy Miller:
What the fuck did you do to her car?
Cliff Booth:
[gestures to Bruce] threw this little prick into it, but I did not know it was her car.
Janet Miller:
[to Cliff, angry] Get the wardrobe off, get your shit and get fucked!
Randy Miller:
Janet!
Janet Miller:
What?
Randy Miller:
I will handle this!
Janet Miller:
Then fucking handle it, Randy!
Randy Miller:
[to Cliff, calmly] Cliff, get the wardrobe off, get your shit and get off the lot.