Chili
Martin, look at me.
Martin
I'm looking at you.
Chili
No, I want you to look at me the way I'm looking at you. Put it in your eyes, 'You're mine, asshole,' without saying it.
Martin
Like this?
Chili
What you're telling me, you're tired? You wanna go to bed?
Martin
Wait. How about this?
Chili
Now you're squinting like you need glasses. Look at me. I'm thinking, You're mine. I ****in' own you. What I'm not doing is feeling anything about it one way or the other. You understand? You're not a person to me, you're a name in my collection book, a guy owes me money, that's all.
Martin
How about this?
Chili
That's not bad.
Martin
That's what I think of you, asshole. Nothing.
Chili
I believe it.
