| C'mon, grab the shotgun. They'll shit their pants. |
| Hey, where are you going!? Stop fucking around and follow us. |
| C'mon, let's get this over with. |
| Hey! What's the hold up? Let's go! |
| Stop fucking around and grab that fucking gun. |
| We can't show up empty-handed. |
| Pick up the gun, asshole! |
| These fucking guys really think who the fuck they are... |
| This ain't the first time I had problems with them, you know. |
| You know how many of 'em there is? |
| Three, four, ten... How the fuck should I know. Does it matter? |
| Na na, it's just uh... What are we gonna do to 'em? |
| All depends on how the uh "labor negotiations" go... |
| Just let me do all the talking. I don't need you's opening your mouths and proving how stunad you's are. |
