What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.
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.
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
- 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.