Lookin' good, Butch.
That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch.
They keep underestimatin' ya.
-Do you think he's dead? -He's dead.
Oh, my God. He's dead.
If you need someone to go to court, I'll be glad to help.
That guy was a drunken maniac. He hit you, then he crashed into that car.
-Who? -Him.
I'll be damned.
He's got a gun!
Motherfucker!
-Can I help you with somethin'? -Shut the fuck up.
Now you just wait a goddamn minute, now! What the fuck you up to?
You feel that sting, huh, big boy? That's pride fuckin' with you, see?
You gotta fight through that shit!
-You'd better kill me-- -Yeah, somebody's gonna get killed.
Somebody's gonna get their motherfuckin' head blown to--
Hold it right there, goddamn it.
-This ain't none of your business, mister. -I'm makin' it my business.
-Toss the weapon. -You don't understand, man.
Toss the weapon.
Take your foot off the nigger, put your hand behind your head,
approach the counter right now.
-This motherfucker's trying to... kill me. -Shut up.
Keep comin'. Come on.
Zed. Maynard.
Yeah, the spider just caught a couple flies.