**** dog has **** papers— Over the line!

Huh?

I'm sorry, Smokey. You were over the line, that's a foul.

Bullshit. Mark it 8, Dude.

Uh, excuse me. Mark it zero. Next frame.

Bullshit, Walter. Mark it 8, Dude.

Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.

Hey, Walter. Come on. it's just– Hey man, it's Smokey. So his toe slipped over a little, you know. It's just a game, man.

This is a league game. This determines who enters the next round robin. Am I wrong?

Yeah, but I wasn't—

Am I wrong?

Yeah, but I wasn't over. Give me the marker Dude. I'm marking an 8.

Smokey, my friend [pulls out a Colt M1911A1 from his bag] you're entering a world of pain.

Walter, man.

You mark that frame an 8, you're entering a world of pain.

I'm not—

A world of pain.

Look, Dude, I– This is your partner.

[rises out his chair]

HAS THE WHOLE WORLD GONE CRAZY?!!! AM I THE ONLY ONE AROUND HERE WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE RULES?!!! MARK IT ZERO!!!

[frightened]

They're calling the cops, man. Put the piece away.

[points his gun at Smokey]

MARK IT ZERO!!!!

Walter, put the piece away.

Walter?

YOU THINK I'M **** AROUND HERE?!!!! [racks slide] MARK IT ZERO!!!!

[marks the card]

All right. It's **** zero. [Walter sits back down] Are you happy, you crazy ****?

It's a league game, Smokey.