Charlie's alive, and I know he's got the girl. Killer, this is strike two. You're out.
No, wait boss! Boss! I get one more strike boss, honest!
Lower him. [Killer is lowered into the pool] Nothing personal, Killer. Business. You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself. How do I handle Charlie? Knives? Poison? Car didn't work. Something... something very special.
Boss, Boss! Pull me up, please! I got a... I got a gun!
A gun? Whattaya mean a gun? What kind of gun?
Ya hear me, Boss?! I got a gun! Stop, fishies! Stop it! Ooh, you won't like what you taste! [is raised up] I don't taste that good! You've been eating too much! Boss! Pull me up! I got a... I got a... I got a... A Flash Gordon Thermo-Atomic ray gun, Boss.
A ray gun. [chuckles evilly]
