Ronald 'Strike' Dunham:
[In Rodney's car; Rodney gives him crap about abandoning his post to be questioned by Klein]
Aw, man. Fuck you, Rodney.
Rodney:
[silently pulls over to the shoulder]
Excuse me?
[punches Strike in the stomach]
Rodney:
Who the *fuck* are you talking to like that? Are you out of your motherfucking mind?
[pulls Strike down on his lap]
Rodney:
Huh? You think I'm one of these crew-niggas sitting on the project?
[punches him again]
Rodney:
BENCH, motherfucker!
[grabs a gun from the backseat and sticks it in his mouth]
Rodney:
Open yo mouth, nigga. Now you feel that? I'll put this gun in yo bad-breaf-smellin' mouth and I will pull the trigger. And I will splatter what little motherfuckin' brains you got all over the Corinthian leather interior of my car! And this my wife's brand new car, so you know I don't give a fuck. You understand me? *Do you understand me, bitch?*
[Strike nods]
Rodney:
And let me tell you something else... if I ever hear about you talking to that "homocide" one more time, that Rocco motherfucker - I mean, I don't care if it's the light of day - if I hear my name coming up in this at all and I heard it was from *you*, then I'm gonna kill you. I mean you are 187 on the strength, you understand me? *Do you understand me?*
[Strike complies]
Rodney:
Word is bond.
[takes the gun out of his mouth and pushes him off]
Rodney:
Now get yo motherfuckin' ass out my car.
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