What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.
I like the way you die, boy.
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.
- How do you like the bounty hunting business?
- Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
- 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.
Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!