What the ****?! No, man! Don't do that! You nearly gave me a **** heart attack!
Darla Look at the guy.
Don't sweat it. [Eric hangs up guitar with Funboy aiming pistol] It's time for you to take your bird and leave, freako!
Take your shot, Funboy. You got me dead bang.
You are seriously **** up. Did you look in the mirror? You need professional help. [Discharges pistol into Eric's hand] Bingo! He shoot! He scores! [Watches Eric's hand heals instantly] Jesus Christ!
“Jesus Christ”?! Stop me if you heard this one. Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. [Funboy discharges pistol on Eric's left arm] Ow. He hands the innkeeper three nails and he asks... [Funboy discharges pistol on Eric's left leg]
Don't you ever **** die?!
"Can you put me up for the night?" [Eric swipes Funboy's pistol down discharged into his own leg, then Eric leaps onto bed with Darla fleeing to bathroom locking door, Eric holds up Funboy's pistol] Does that hurt?
****, yes, it **** hurts! Oh, God. Look at what you done to my sheets! [Eric throws pistol aside]
