n/a Good for you. Now let's go get it. But first, we gotta get rid of those cars outside. Looks like Sam's hot car lot out there. Okay.
n/a Bobby, stay here and babysit them too. White and pink, you take a car to reach. I'll follow you. You ditch them. Pick up the stones.
n/a And while I'm following you, I'll arrange some sort of a doctor for our friend. You can't leave these guys there with him. Why not? Because he's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed off, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him for putting me in the same room as that bastard.
n/a You see what I've been putting up with, Eddie? I fucking walked in here. I told these guys about staying put. Mister White whips out his gun. He's sticking it in my face, calling me a motherfucker, saying he's gonna blow me away, and blah blah blah blah blah.
n/a He's the reason the joint turned into a shooting spree. What are you a fucking silent partner? Tell him. Him. He went crazy in the store, but he seems alright now.
n/a This is what he was doing. Bam. Bam. Bam. Yeah.
n/a Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
n/a I told them not to touch the fucking alarm. They did. If they hadn't done what I told them not to do, they'd still be alive. My fucking hero. Thanks.
n/a That's your excuse for going on a kill crazy rampage. I don't like alarms, mister White.