Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
- My buddy and his dog killed two of them and, no shit, I torched the last one.
- Yeah, I burnt her ass to a crisp.
Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter. I think all that lethal weapon horseshit is just an excuse so you dancers never have to get in a real fight.
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.
- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.