Mr. White:
[fighting over what to do with the dying Mr. Orange]
If I have to tell you again to back off, you an' me are gonna go round and round.
Mr. Pink:
We ain't taking him to a hospital.
Mr. White:
If we don't, he'll die!
Mr. Pink:
And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky, and some ain't.
Mr. White:
[shoving Mr. Pink]
That fuckin' did it!
Mr. Pink:
Don't you fuckin' touch me, man!
Mr. White:
[punches Mr. Pink. He falls and Mr. White proceeds to kick him across the floor]
You little motherfucker!
Mr. Pink:
[rolling over and pulling out a gun]
You wanna fuck with me? I'll show ya who you're fuckin' with!
Mr. White:
[aiming his gun at Mr. Pink's face]
You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Take a shot!
Mr. Pink:
Fuck you, White! I didn't create the situation, I'm just dealin' with it! You're acting like a first year fucking theif - I'm acting like a professional! If they get him, they can get you. They get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen! And you, motherfucker, are lookin' at me like it's MY fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than NOT to tell him! Fuck, fifteen minutes ago you almost told me your name! You, buddy, are stuck in a situation YOU created. So, if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:47