The man you're standin' on happens to belong to me and my partner, bro.
Well, this piece of shit owes me money.
Hey, get in line.
Yeah, but I don't like waiting in lines.
Tough shit, bro. This ain't Miami. You want something, you gotta talk to me.
No, no, no. **** you. ****ball. I mean, L.A is an open city, and I don't think I have to get permission from nobody for nothing.
Oh really? Well, I just closed it.

