[to Henry]
Hey, your pals are here. You don't want to talk to me, you're gonna have a **** problem all night 'cause I'll be on you like shit. New York State. Twenty five **** years, pal.
[The detectives bring in the utensils Henry used to make coke]
What, were you guys grocery shopping? What, are we going to make a cake? Gonna make a **** cake? Got anything good in there or what?
[A detective tastes the residue in a pan]
Is it good?
[Detective smiles and nods]
Ha ha ha ha. Bye bye, dickhead. Ha ha ha. See you in Attica, dick.