Leon B. Little:
Ah, lovers' quarrel! It breaks my heart. Turn around, worm food! Start walking! And don't try anything stupid or you'll die right here! And don't let the goggles fool ya, buster! I'm a sharpshooter!
[They enter an alleyway]
Leon B. Little:
All right, turn here! Turn! What the hell is this, a parade?
Harry Doyle:
Where are we going, friend?
Leon B. Little:
We're going up this alley, 'friend'.
Archie Long:
And then what?
Leon B. Little:
And then I'm coming out... alone.
[Harry and Archie move a construction barrier and Leon falls screaming down a manhole]
Leon B. Little:
Come back, you bastards! Let's finish it once and for all! You'll rot! It stinks down here!
Harry Doyle:
Finish it? Finish what?
Archie Long:
You sure you don't know that guy?
Harry Doyle:
No.
Leon B. Little:
Damn it, I'm up to my knees in guck!
Harry Doyle:
Could we be losing our memories?
Archie Long:
I dunno. Could be, Harry.
Leon B. Little:
I'm gonna get pneumonia!
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