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MIKE: |
How come you guys always go
out at night? Wouldn't it be safer in the daytime?
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CHOLO: |
Fireworks kid. Stenches
can't keep their eyes off of 'em. |
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RILEY: |
OK, put some flowers in the graveyard. |
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RILEY: |
How you doin in there
Charlie? |
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CHARLIE: |
I'm being friendly! |
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MIKE: |
I thought this was gonna be a battle.
It's a fucking massacre. |
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CHOLO: |
Gettin 'em stinking drunk is the only way you're gonna get laid. |
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CHOLO: |
Every time I took out his garbage man I took out one of our friends,
people he wanted |
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off the streets. He turned
me into a goon and then he's gonna piss all over me? I don't think so. |
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CHARLIE: |
Flowers in the graveyard,
why do you call them that Riley, I don't get it? These here
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flowers ain't the kind you
lay down on the ground, these here are sky flowers, way
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up in heaven. |
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RILEY: |
That's why I love you
Charlie, cause you still believe in heaven. |
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CHARLIE: |
Well, ya,
I mean...look. |
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SLACK: |
I can shoot. I can be pretty fucking useful. |
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CHOLO: |
He knows I'm gonna do a Jihad on his ass. |
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CHOLO: |
Come on you little bitch, you can come up and
party with me anytime you want. |
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MULLIGAN: |
How long are you gonna let
Kaufman push you around? You like shining his shoes?
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Pressing his pants? He
didn't build that place, he just took it over. Kept the best
for himself |
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and left us with the slum
to live in. But if there was enough of us, if all of you
would join |
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up, we could make this a
fit place to live in. |
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CHOLO: |
Hey Riley, looks like God's left the phone off the hook, huh baby? |
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